My father thinks he's a great cook because he was a surgeon.

"Chop the onions this size," he barks, demonstrating with a deft slice of his knife. "Add two teaspoons of salt! No, you idiot, that's not how you do it! Code blue! Code blue!"

In other words, my father thinks he's a great cook because he has the skill to order other people to make a great meal.

I, on the other hand, know I am a great cook because I'm a writer. One time I even wrote a proposa ...

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