Chapter 6. Not Much of a Cook

“Ugh! I can’t do this! The meat is so smelly and bloody.”

My mother planted her hands on her hips and glared at me. “Oh, don’t be silly, Farrah. Now wash the meat the same way I showed you.”

“It’s smelly, mom! And utterly bloody! If I keep touching, then I’ll get blood and dirt under my nails, and I just had them done yesterday!”

My mother rolled her eyes, and walked over to the windowsill, before opening the windows to let the fresh morning breeze in, and maybe flush out the stench from the meat.

“Farrah, do you want to save your marriage or not?”

“I do, but I don’t want to get my hands dirty. Really, mother, don’t make me wash those bloody things,” I say, before washing my hands with soap.

“You’re so impossible. How will you learn how to cook if you can’t wash simple meat?”

“There’s nothing simple about bloody stinking meat.”