This Side of the Pond

I would never describe myself as domesticated, though I was the only 19-year-old in my student halls who forewent the fast food to batch cook chicken and vegetable stews.

I can whip up a soup in a heartbeat, I can make pastry and put anything in it you might fancy, I can whip up a broth from scratch and I can bake a cake that doesn't bring shame to my family.

All of this makes it sound like I have a handle on the homemaking thing, right?

Unfortunately not. The gaps in my knowledge are wide enough that you could barely string what I do know into a decent net.

I can't can, or pickle, or process...