Whenever I have a cooking question, I call my mom in Alberta. Or my grandma in Toronto.
I am making dinner right now in Krakow, and I had a question (apparently my first culinary question in the last 8 months) but I realized I probably shouldn't call my mom who lives halfway around the world just to ask her if I can eat a potato that is sprouting.
So I cut off the sprouts and cooked it anyway. If that's not the right thing to do, I don't want to know . . .
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Hey! That's what I do :-)
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