The only problem was that most of the food was microwaved – I just added garnishings! I had prepared simpler fare such as open-faced sandwiches and a batch of my own marinated chicken wings (which I hid amongst the basket of quick-fix ones). But a sudden fear of disappointing my family had me scurrying to the supermarket to procure boxes of pre-cooked fare. I deluded myself into thinking that I had somewhat “cooked” the feast.
My justification soon became a delusion of grandeur. Since I had gotten away with these “shortcuts”, I became sure that I could do the same again. For extended family gatherings, I brought pots of stew (microwaved, stirred and served by yours truly) and claimed them as my own secret recipe (I did add some extra herbs to taste). I also brought soups made from pre-made mixes and lied that they were my creations.
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