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This is not what you think it'll be.
It's not a story where I complain about how overbearing my mother is in the kitchen - even though she is.
Neither is it a story of how much I loove cooking with my mother - I don't.
It's not even a hilarious story of something that happened in the kitchen between the two of us.
When I 'cook with my mom' ...
I prepare the ingredients and she's watching TV in her room.
I fry the protein, she's watching TV
I add the ingredients to the pot, she's watching TV
The food is almost ready.
She smells something cooking,
comes to the kitchen
and takes as many pieces of protein as she can before walking back to her room.
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