My anticipation was building. The haphazard pile of pots and pans along with the assorted splatters and spills that had recently invaded my kitchen had been miraculously tamed
Jan Hostyn
I sat hunched over at the kitchen table, my eyes fixed glumly on the bowl in front of me
My mom would dictate the day and time (always bright and early, since it was inevitably a full-day process), and my three sisters and I would reluctantly but obediently report for duty
By Jan Hostyn. I took a deep breath and surveyed the damage. Well, not damage,…