Dobrow Discovers His Inner Foodie


When I cook, people die. As the oldest of three siblings, I was sometimes charged with taking a ready-made meal out of the refrigerator and microwaving it, a task that often ended in a visit from the fire marshal. Other days, I'd wrestle open a Chicken of the Sea tin, empty its contents and add mayonnaise to create my oft-imitated Tuna Surprise (the surprise was the abundance of airborne viruses that found their way into the casserole). I can't tell you how many of my babysitting/catering sessions ended with my little sister convalescing in the botulism ward.

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