I think I have a repressed three year old somewhere deep inside of me. I think my parents didn’t respond to my questions when I was little, or something terribly deep and mildly psychotic like that anyway. Why? Because I still have a problem with ‘why’!
Why do some sweet potatoes get brown spots the moment you peal (or should that be peal?) them? And why do others get the brown spots only when you cook them, and others not at all. And is it ok to feed Muski sweet potato fingers with brown bits?
Why does the child who only poops once every ten days always manage to time it for when we are out of the house?
Why did I have identical twins? Why did that happily fertilised egg decide to split and make two identical little beings? Why was it my egg that split and not someone else’s?
Why can’t I make cheese sauce without lumps in it?
… but why?