Amusing bumper sticker of the day: “Make Him Beg!”
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If you are searching for one more useless than you in the kitchen, you need look no farther than me.
I rarely venture into the kitchen, save for finding something to drink from teh refrigerator, and when I do, I feel as though I am adrift and lost in a hostile and threatening land.
I can not cook. Anything. At all. I can’t prepare macaroni and cheese. To me, cooking is akin to sorcery–strange rituals are performed over fire, using many bizarre ingredients unrecognizable by me, and the result, magically, is food.
I don’t know what lies in our kitchen, and I don’t care to. I can often not even recognize objects of food before they are prepared, and I am mystified by their application. All my friends know better than to ask me if we have this or that ingredient on hand; in fact, most of my friends have a far better knowledge of the contents of our refrigerator and our pantry than do I. My incompetence in the kitchen is widely known and talked about–the stuff of legends and myths.
Fortunately, I have a Sicilian wife who loves to cook, and takes great pleasure in her skill at the culinary arts. Were that not so, I would eat nothing save for what is offered on the menu at McDonald’s.
I wonder, is that a vice?
Well, I can cook well enough to make up for any ten men who cannot. I guess it’s part of being raised in an italian house.
–Nik
I’ve known many men who can cook, and no small measure of those men are in fact Italian. I fear I shall never count myself among them, however.
anyone can cook. But it’s like learning magic tricks… once you know how it’s done, it’s not magic anymore. It’s just cookin’.
-Nik
Well, I can cook well enough to make up for any ten men who cannot. I guess it’s part of being raised in an italian house.
–Nik
I’ve known many men who can cook, and no small measure of those men are in fact Italian. I fear I shall never count myself among them, however.
anyone can cook. But it’s like learning magic tricks… once you know how it’s done, it’s not magic anymore. It’s just cookin’.
-Nik
Totally Unrelated
…but your icon reminds me of my favorite pic of all “my guys” – Misterx and 4 of our friends…in their bike leathers, at night, before a brick wall with a “No Loitering” sign…doing just that. Wonder if he’d let me scan it so you could see what I mean.
Totally Unrelated
…but your icon reminds me of my favorite pic of all “my guys” – Misterx and 4 of our friends…in their bike leathers, at night, before a brick wall with a “No Loitering” sign…doing just that. Wonder if he’d let me scan it so you could see what I mean.
A Vice?
T’would depend on your criteria. If something hurts no one other than yourself, is it still a vice? If it hurts no one but yourself, and you don’t really mind, is it a vice?
Re: A Vice?
And is not being able to cook even harm to one’s self? One can’t be good at everything, after all.
A Vice?
T’would depend on your criteria. If something hurts no one other than yourself, is it still a vice? If it hurts no one but yourself, and you don’t really mind, is it a vice?
Re: A Vice?
And is not being able to cook even harm to one’s self? One can’t be good at everything, after all.
not a vice, simply a lack in your education, a fairly serious one IMHO, but only akin to not being able to read…. 😉
not a vice, simply a lack in your education, a fairly serious one IMHO, but only akin to not being able to read…. 😉