My unusual culinary habits caused quite a stir in the family. After all, I'd descended from generations of scratch cooks. My mama was a self-taught gourmet, and I needed Fannie Farmer to wash lettuce. It's a wonder she can eat anything. Aunt Tempe disagreed.
Nursing is the perfect career for a young lady.
With all that surgical training, she can bandage burns, truss turkeys, and debone chicken. While I had a keen interest in eating, I just wasn't interested in complicated cookery, especially if it made a mess or required long stretches of time. I didn't have time to deal with puff pastry, and I hated sifting flour. And it seemed to me that good cooking demanded time. I told myself that I didn't have it to spare.