Yesterday our friend Michelle came over for dinner. I dragged the standing fan up from the basement to battle the 80-degree-heat that attacks us weak north-westerners for two days every year in Seattle and, armed with my new cookbook, made us dinner. Usually cooking is a pleasant experience for me, but today… oh well, it ended up tasting fine anyways. And the dog didn’t mind me dropping scraps on the floor.
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Well cooked and photographed. Great multi-tasking! I love the shot of the cookbook and the one of Sammers on your lap. What a cutie he is!
I didn’t get as many photos as I had hoped to… I was kinda busy yelling at the potatoes to “just cook already!!!” 😛
Yeah…potatos are like that…JERKS!
I know! They’re like “Oh, we grow under a bunch of dirt, that makes us better than this broccoli. Let the broccoli cook and we’ll just sit here all crunchy!”
I would think living all dirty like that wouldn’t give one a sense of entitlement, but I suppose I’m not a potato, so how would I know?
That’s the point. They’re delusional. They have a false sense of power, when really they should be treated as the underdogs. Spuds are known to be self-centered.