For a moment of levity, I want to share the following true story. My husband is in Florida, staying at a Hilton hotel. He called me yesterday to ask how to fry fish. Since he never cooks, I asked what occasioned the inquiry at this particular juncture. He told me he brought a hot plate and a frying pan with him with a plan to cook his own meals in his hotel room.
It took me a while to explain why other guests of the Hilton wouldn’t be extraordinarily grateful for somebody frying fish inside the hotel. I suggested the exotic alternative if eating at a restaurant or getting a takeout but it didn’t fly.
He’s now planning to do a chicken stir fry on the hot plate instead.

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