I hate cooking.
4 years ago
I absolutely detest it. Always have, and probably always will. The weird thing is that I love to eat. Heh. Go figure!
My mother always says that I “need a wife”. That might be kinda complicated being that I’m female and I’m not gay. Heh. Here’s to hoping I can locate Mr. Mom or Mr. Chef somewhere, cause it’s gonna suck in our household at dinnertime if he doesn’t know how to cook!
Last nite I decided to take a wild leap and make some steak (on the grill) as well as some crab legs. It came out very good, if I don’t say so myself. I had a nice dinner.
Now, what the heck am I supposed to make today? Ugh.
