A Taste of A Mother’s Expertly Seasoned Future

Sitting around the table on a lazy morning not long ago, I casually asked my son what he wants to be when he grows up. I expected him to say something silly, like Lightning McQueen or a dinosaur, but instead he very matter-of-factly and without hesitation answered, “a chef.”

I did a spit-take with my pretend tea.

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