It has come down to this: I am a fancy cooker. Lala is the good cook — she cooks everything well. Not well-done, mind you, but done well. She knows how to make things taste good, using their natural tastes and herbs and spices and things like that.
I want to wear a fancy apron and do a little dance with the cocktail shaker. That’s the way it goes. We got a LOT of gifts for the wedding that support me in that.
Wedding gifts I’ve used in the past two days:
Cowboy print apron with pink pleats and yellow fringe.
Kitchen-Aide mixer for mixin’ brownies (from SCRATCH).
Food processor for chopping up strawberries
Red blender for mixing cream and sugar
Ice cream maker for freezing cream and said strawberries
Electric ice cream SCOOP for scooping out ice cream (did you ever? I never did).
That’s my kind of cookin’, baby. Lala made a lovely mahi-mahi and potatoes. I made caprese, with real buffalo mozzarella, basil, roma tomatoes, and olives. Lala cooked. I threw together, my lipstick matching the wine’s blush. That’s the point, y’see.
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