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Culinary Appreciation

Andrew knew he'd never win prizes for his cooking. But even if it was up to the standards of the great chefs, his audience of bickering, teenaged girls had all the culinary appreciation of garden gnomes.

He'd long ago learned that they only recognised food if it arrived in cardboard, preferably delivered by someone cute. Subjecting their uncultured palates to anything more was a waste of food.

At least he'd managed to teach Dawn that experimental cooking was best confined to small test groups of well-briefed subjects. For that alone, he'd earned the undying gratitude of everyone in the house.

open_on_sunday — challenge #101: award