a tribute to martha stewart who is unfortunatley in jail on christmas eve
i cannot cook to save my life. sure, i can do the mixes and stuff and maybe a piece of toast every once in a while, but besides that, i'm hopeless. my sister and my dad are in the kitchen right now making a busche noel and i tried to help but failed miserably. i got egg shells in the batter, put the oven on way to high, whipped the cream for too long and forgot the vanilla. what did america do before take out??
i pity the helpless guy i marry. he has no idea what he's getting himself into. i asked brian if he knew how to cook because his dad's a baker and he said "no, but we could live on pasta." and then i managed to make brownies the next night (a christmas miracle, i swear) so i figure i could live on pasta and brownies. we'd have such a happy home. pasta and brownies.
is there like a pill you can take that would make you a good cook? or a shot or something? if so, sign me up. my mom, dad, and twelve year old sister seem to be culinary geniuses.
give me my pint of lo mein and fried wantons any day.
i pity the helpless guy i marry. he has no idea what he's getting himself into. i asked brian if he knew how to cook because his dad's a baker and he said "no, but we could live on pasta." and then i managed to make brownies the next night (a christmas miracle, i swear) so i figure i could live on pasta and brownies. we'd have such a happy home. pasta and brownies.
is there like a pill you can take that would make you a good cook? or a shot or something? if so, sign me up. my mom, dad, and twelve year old sister seem to be culinary geniuses.
give me my pint of lo mein and fried wantons any day.