January 8, 2009


  • My bf and I like to cook.  He boasts that his cooking is better than mine and I do the same.  It’s all playful bragging.  He does trump me in one area though.  He can cook lobsters and crabs.  He buys the live from the tanks.  When he’s cooking those creatures, I flee the kitchen before they are dispatched to seafood heaven.  I just can’t handle that kinda stuff. 

    As usual, he has very creative ways of offering opinions on my cooking. 

     

    Bf:  I’m thinking of driving down to your place but it’s snowing like crazy right now.  I don’t want to drive unless of course there’s some hanky panky.

    Me: Huh?

    Bf:  Well, if there is, then it’s worth the trip downtown.

    Me:  How about a home cooked meal?  I’ll cook you my famous mushroom chicken.

    Bf:  Hmm… nah.  I’ll stay at home then. 

    Me:  Ai ya… hahahaha

    Anyone want a snack?  I love this stuff (of course I can't remember

    what they are called).  The batter is similar to egg waffles or eggettes. 

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