It might as well be the new manners. My friends complain that I dont call them over for dinner. I can never cook for someone who can do better than me. I guess I wouldnt feed them till they would figure it best to drop their taste to survive.
On second thoughts, my roomate- the In-House chef, appreciates my cooking despite it being below par for her standards. Reason - she gets bored with her cooking. All I have to do is wait for my friends to cook, cook , cook and then I can think of feeding them without the guilt of offending their tongues.
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