It's me!
I failed at chopping and frying an onion. I'm just thankful whoever ate my mom's lasagna didn't get food poisoning from my onion mishap.
But in a way, this has been a good experience. It has made me contemplate my future and rethink my expectations in a husband.
My future husband, whoever he may be, must be capable, to some degree, of cooking, because I am basically useless. If my family wants Ramen or Kraft mac-n-cheese every night, then I can handle that.
I don't even know who he is, but I feel bad for him already.
He should just be a house-husband, and I'll bring home the bacon.
Not literally of course, because I'd bring it home charred.
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4 comments:
haha Aww
It'll be ok.
At least you found out now. lol
Haha, I know.
Maybe I'll just hire you to be my household cook. ;D
lol i am the same way. i cant cook at all,
but on the upside, cj loves to cook. :D
Haa, so you found what I need- a boy who can cook.
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