ROLL IT, PAT IT, MARK IT WITH A C (FOR COOKIE)
I’m not really a cook, I just play one on TV (in the perfect-family-sitcom that airs in my head, of course). When I lived with roommates after college, in Chicago, I could barely boil water for rice. I made a lot of buttered noodles, as I recall. One didn’t NEED to cook, living in downtown Chicago…there were take-out places of every stripe and color on every street and corner. You didn’t have to eat the same cuisine twice in 2 weeks if you didn’t want to! When I wasn’t eating out, I subsisted mainly on Campbell’s soups and the occasional...