Stuttering, Muttering & Suffering

Bon appétit

Something about cooking that a girl takes personally, whenever I cook, suddenly everyone is full. Can I blame the hungry heifers, bloody hell no? My rice is either too maaki maaki or gravelly.

True confession here, not even I can stomach the curry that I concoct.

You would think the type of work I do, one that commands a certain amount of attention to detail, of course, and that’s if you call deductive reasoning inductive funneling to the particulars, that I would at least use exact measures.

However, the trouble is, I don’t stick to the recipe at hand, but is involuntarily compelled by the misguided judgment of my fingers to use pinches and dashes; where have I heard that before, the unmarked keyboard, perhaps?

And yes, I know what you are thinking and just like the guest that washes down the first unsavory bite of food with a slurp of wine; whilst says in his mind, ‘ God, I hope she f---- better than she cooks!?!’