Food (and other hazards of cohabitation)
Never again, Sheppard. Never.
Aw, McKay. You love it when I cook for you.
Usually, I love it when you cook for me. You and food are two of my favorite things. You and food together is even better. I'm totally open to you cooking for me. What's not ever going to happen again, if I have to hide the car keys, is you going to Whole Foods within 24 hours of watching Chopped.
Well, excuse me for wanting to challenge myself.
I excuse you for wanting to challenge yourself. What I don't excuse you for is the pickled starfruit and ouzo-poached monkfish liver pizza.
Hey, I think it came out pretty well.
Do you think that, Sheppard? Allow me to disabuse you of that misapprehension. Until today, "balsamic watermelon gummy bear coulis" were nothing but a collection of unrelated words, devoid of meaning. Tragically, they now represent that which is stuck to every flat surface in our kitchen. I cannot emphasize too strongly the wrongness of this development.
Oh, and every flat surface in the basement isn't covered with your hobby?
Funny. I seem to recall that you used essentially the same argument in the wake of the pig trotter gelato incident. Clearly, I was foolish not to draw a line in the sand then.
Not being open to your spouse's interests is a recipe for marital friction, Rodney.
At least it's not a recipe for crawfish smoothies.
Aw, McKay. You love it when I cook for you.
Usually, I love it when you cook for me. You and food are two of my favorite things. You and food together is even better. I'm totally open to you cooking for me. What's not ever going to happen again, if I have to hide the car keys, is you going to Whole Foods within 24 hours of watching Chopped.
Well, excuse me for wanting to challenge myself.
I excuse you for wanting to challenge yourself. What I don't excuse you for is the pickled starfruit and ouzo-poached monkfish liver pizza.
Hey, I think it came out pretty well.
Do you think that, Sheppard? Allow me to disabuse you of that misapprehension. Until today, "balsamic watermelon gummy bear coulis" were nothing but a collection of unrelated words, devoid of meaning. Tragically, they now represent that which is stuck to every flat surface in our kitchen. I cannot emphasize too strongly the wrongness of this development.
Oh, and every flat surface in the basement isn't covered with your hobby?
Funny. I seem to recall that you used essentially the same argument in the wake of the pig trotter gelato incident. Clearly, I was foolish not to draw a line in the sand then.
Not being open to your spouse's interests is a recipe for marital friction, Rodney.
At least it's not a recipe for crawfish smoothies.