Andrew would have kebabs for his whole life if it wasn't for me insisting that he sometimes eat other food that I have to cook for him. I think my plan mystifies him, but he still goes along with it, albeit with a lot of kebabs and fried chicken thrown into the diet as well, especially now that we have two incomes and I don't complain about takeaways like I used to.
I tell people that I love them with food more often than with words. I'm so excited that I get to prepare high tea for about 15 people this coming weekend with a couple of good friends. Five courses of scrumptiousness, and the cooks claim all the leftovers. :)
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Sur Muerte?
And not an orgasm, but close.
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