The Perils of Cooking with Achromotopsia

Last night, I burnt the chicken.

This is not - as my husband would have you believe - a regular occurrence in our home. For starters, we don't normally buy chicken. I am head chef – the husband's entire culinary repertoire consists of spaghetti on toast and frozen pork schnitzel – and I can't cook chicken. I won't cook chicken.

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