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My dad bakes. It's a recent phenomenon. I haven't actually eaten anything he baked, but I guess he made some really awesome chocolate chip pecan cookies a couple months ago. My mom was working at the time, and he decided he wanted to make chocolate chip cookies, so he asked my mom to tell him how before she left for work. She sarcastically asked him if he could read, opened up the cookbook, and showed him where the recipe was. It turns out he'd never been taught how to read a recipe; he asked my mom when she got home what "tsp" meant, and he used a coffee cup to measure the flour. My mom was really hesitant to eat the cookies, and it took some bravery to do so, but she swears up and down that they were the best she's ever had. He's decided to try baking more often now, because he liked it so much, and they turned out so well.
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