Today, I was preparing lunch and was tearfully peeling onions (okay... only one but it was a BIG one). I came to remember what Mrs Goose said the other day. She said I turned her on with my cooking and that I looked sexy (really Mrs Goose?) when I'm in the kitchen. Hmm... must be the smell of the oyster sauce that got to my face that got her to go nuts. Needless to say, I scored some points that night.
Now, I'm not going to boast and say that I'm a culinary expert or anything like that. But the family loves it when Dad cooks. P-e-r-i-o-d.
(oh yeah... and when dad picks-up, cleans-up, washes-up, irons... etc after them)
Some people say that cooking skills comes naturally to a person. And even if you send someone to a cooking class they still can't cook decent enough for themselves! Heh... I don't know how true that is but I'm sure you've heard the stories. BTW, I'd like to thank guys like Jamie Oliver, The Chef in Black the "two-dudes-on-a-bike" and many others for sharing the 'macho' art of express cooking.
Going back to the first paragraph, I'm still trying to figure out what she meant by that. What's so sexy about a man in the kitchen cooking up some chow for the family? Was it the apron? The cleaver* I held? The toxic fumes?
Hmmm... maybe I'll ask her when she gets back tonight.
And until I get an answer, daddy's NOT cooking when mum is around.
Just kidding kids!
*I just hate small knives. They are so 'un-macho'. LOLz
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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