Even In My Dreams

Last night, I dreamed that a group of people looked at me with total disdain, and nodded in agreement as one woman sneered, "You didn't even cook—you made instant potatoes out of a box. And now the whole house smells terrible, and everyone will know."

"But you don't understand!" I answered, as I tried to keep my rising hysteria down. "I'd rather write a chapter!"

Now, when I look back at that dream, it surprises me that I ever felt I had to apologize. Today, I'd be more apt to shrug and laugh. Because while I hugely admire people who love to cook...I joke that, "I microwave under duress." And will always rather write a chapter.

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