Monologue – ‘I hate cooking’

 ‘I hate cooking’           

I’m not wading through an avalanche of flour, weeping into the onions,

a teaspoon of this a tablespoon of that. Who cares?

I hate cooking!

I’m not whisking endless egg whites into frothy peaks for anyone,

let a man  in a white hat from Waitrose  pop round

with the ready-made casserole and chocolate pud.

I’ll willingly open a nice bottle of wine,

that’s my contribution.

I hate cooking!

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