This is evidence of my sophisticated culinary skills:
Wrapping my hand in a plastic bag while chopping garlic to keep out the lingering stench (anyone who has chopped raw garlic should know what I'm talking about).
I close my eyes and imagine the dark hills I would have to cross / to reach you. For I am in love with you / and this is what it is like or what it is like in words.
Carol Ann Duffy
When I grow up, I'd like to be a cream puff. A cream puff with apricots, or even a plain one. Lukewarm at the bakery. In the window.