As a Disabled Cook, I Need Adaptable Recipes
When it comes to food prep, I have to be honest with myself about what I’m capable of—and, more importantly, what I’m not.
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How badly do I want to cook with this ingredient? If I chop this onion now, will I still be able to write an email later? How much will this exhaust me?
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