The Perils of Cooking with Achromotopsia
Wednesday, November 17, 2010 at 9:46PM
Last night, I burnt the chicken.
This is not - as my husband would have you believe - a regular occurrence in our home. For starters, we don't normally buy chicken. I am head chef – the husband's entire culinary repertoire consists of spaghetti on toast and frozen pork schnitzel – and I can't cook chicken. I won't cook chicken.