I am posting this story with Evan's permission because he agrees it is hysterical and worth remembering.
My dear, sweet son can cook whole meals--well. He can wield a chef's knife, use a wok, and grill a steak. He can follow complex recipes with just a little help. But the other day at lunch we found a major hole:
Somehow, I never taught him how to make grilled cheese. Burner on high and no butter on the bread. Take two was delicious, though!
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