alright, so remember how i was on this whole "i-need-to-learn-how-to-cook-in-order-to-one-day-raise-a-good-healthy-and-stable-family" kick? and how i made this organic banana oat bread that actually didn't turn out half bad?
well, last night i decided i needed to take another stab at this whole cooking thing. quasi-bf (who is still hungover and feeling crappy from his weekend of reliving the glory days with his high school football buddies - don't even ask how old he is now) texts me and asks what i want to do for dinner - should we go out to dinner or should he pick up food on the way over. notice there were only two options, not a third of oh, maybe you should cook a delicious homecooked meal! so because he doesn't give a third option, i call him:
"hey, how about i just cook for us tonight?"
"what do you mean 'really??' YES, really. i'm going to cook. i have some chicken tenderloins marinating, some asparagus, butternut squash, and i can cook brown rice. oh, and i still have that loaf of rosemary olive oil bread we got the other day. AND i made your favorite kind of brownies last night."
"oh, okay... well, do you want me to pick up anything else for dinner from the store on my way over?"
"umm, no... what else would you get? didn't my menu sound like a full meal??"
(nervous laugh) "well, yeah, i mean, i was just making sure..."
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