My beloved is an amazing cook. I know that a lot of people say that- but she has a gift- of which I benefit greatly.
I push My beloved to explore new recipes and I have started getting new kitchen equipment and replacing outdated equipment.
But...
About once every 7 years or so something goes really wrong.... Last night My beloved cooked for 3 hours. Buttermilk biscuits, fried chicken, broccli and cabbage....
And it was inedible.....
It was so bad I was genuinely confused... I mean I kept thinking something has got to be wrong with me.... because its never bad and moreover --- its NEVER this bad....
My beloved has made eggplant parm that got her a marriage proposal from a gay man.
My beloved has made African Peanut Stew that singlehandedly calmed a pack of wild lesbians.
Poached pears, banana pancakes, homemade pizza, homemade chicken pot pie, salmon with mango/chili salsa, watermelon/feta/mint salad, homemade agua fresca- all types, steak, chicken wings, stuffed pork chops, and the ART of the sandwhich....
I have literally had wet dreams about her shrimp tacos....
Last night was so much of an anomaly I am wondering if I dreamt it....the only proof has been the farts....
