There's two ways to success.

A short story of dinnertime failure and a parenting hack that actually worked.

I think I’m a pretty decent cook.

I’m not an expert, by any means—I have no formal culinary training, and there’s still plenty I don’t know how to do—but I can hack it. I know the basics of a lot of different food preparations, I have a good handle on flavor combinations, and I’m both willing and able to improvise in the kitchen. I might never make it on

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