There is the rumor going around the family, that I only make foods that I like.
I want to use this venue to provide proof to the contrary.
This is documentable proof, that I can and do make things that I don't like:
Green peppers (strongly dislike them) stuffed with beef, sausage and rice (strongly dislike rice).
(My mother strongly dislikes the word hate, which is what I first typed and then corrected myself.)
My sweetie ate them all gone!