Once upon a time, many years ago, when we were all at the beach at Nags Head, Gill burned the soup. It was left over soup, made by me, and delicious, before Gill got at it. It was to be served to the sixteen os us before departing for home. But Gill burned the soup. We ate it of course. From that time until today, we still make fun of Gill's ability in the kitchen, even though we have all eaten many delicious meals at her home, all cooked by her.
Last night was a perfect example. Gill tells us about her poor cooking ability while serving us a wonderful meal. It is fascinating to observe. We ate trout, cooked in the oven and served on a large platter surrounded by cut up lemons. The presentation looked professional. Rice and broccoli went along with the fish and sauteed onions too. The six of us enjoyed it. Fresh berries for dessert, then later ice cream and tea. I always wonder when we will stop calling Gill a terrible cook. She actually cooks very well, much to her surprise.
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