Can and cannot
I can cook. I can marinate salmon filets, roast a turkey, make focaccia bread, but I do not know how to whip up a dish of bamboo shoots or beef noodle soup. To my mother, I do not know how to cook. Whenever I made dinner for the family, there would always be some criticism. “Mmm,” everyone would say, except my mother. “This needs some green some color. If you cooked bell peppers and broccoli and put it here and here on the plate it would be beautiful.” Once, I had some fine noodles…