Cooking with Gas
I was a young 20 years old with big dreams and I just had moved out of my mother’s house and into my very first apartment. It wasn’t the greatest place but it was my place. It was an old converted hotel. They had knocked out a wall and made one room into a bedroom and turned the other room into a kitchen, living room and a dinning room. Needless to say there wasn’t much room left. After moving my stuff in, I realized that I had no food in the joint. “Off to the store.” I thought to myself. And with that thought I went on my quest for food. Once I got to the store I grabbed my cart and began to hunt. Well at least the modern day type of hunting a …