I am the daughter of...frankly...a terrible cook. My father calls my mother a religious cook, because everything she makes is either a burnt offering or a sacrifice. But once I moved out of their house and started feeding myself, I quickly realized how expensive take out food really is. So I faced my fears and went into the kitchen. This is the recipe that stared it all. Before this I pretty much used my oven as storage for my pristine pots and pans. I call it “Sparky’s Special”, because whenever I make it for my boyfriend Sparky, he treats me special!
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