When I was about 9 years old, my dad taught me how to poach an egg. Over the years, my dad has taught me many things: how to swear like a sailor, how to spike my tennis racket after missing a shot, and how to appropriately apply bathroom humor to almost any social situation, to name a few….
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When I started my first “real” job a year and a half ago, after graduation and a requisite relaxed, food-filled summer, the thing that seemed scariest to me was not being able to cook dinner. Frankly, I was significantly less stressed about things like performance reviews and tough deadlines;…

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