I can’t bake. I do a piss-poor job of following recipes, which makes me a great cook, but an awful baker. And so what? I like to be creative, and baking often doesn’t meet my creative needs.
Know what I can do? Change a spare tire (with ONE ARM! It’s true, and a story for another time). Repair a dryer. Swim across the lake at my cottage in half an hour. Kick ass and take names in a game of Balderdash. Do CPR. Power wash a deck. Light a furnace. Teach almost anyone how to ski. Mix a mean drink. And Microsoft Office Suite is my bitch.
So I don’t take too kindly to the suggestion that my inability to bake, cook a roast, or drive a manual car somehow takes away from my …