Hanging with the kid. James is ten. He likes my cooking. In fact, he eats pretty much everything. He ate the pasta I made with leftover boerewors, tomatoes and red wine. Some kids are like that. But cooking for them is this odd list of subtractions- one doesn't like this, the other hates that.
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