so you'll come to notice that i have a skewed view of food, and many of my blogs will have something to do with my fascination of how bad i am with it. This is usually how my punters end their meals..
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Don't get the wrong idea, i love food. i'll smash a plate and go in for seconds and sometimes thirds. I am just shithouse when it comes to creating meals with my own two hands.
Tonight for example I tried to whip up something simple and earn some stars in the kitchen. Vege stack with polenta and haloumi cheese. not difficult. well the fucking polenta went to a yellow piss paste and the haloumi was delish for the first few bites then as the temperature dropped, became like tastey rubber. the vegies rocked, i grilled those with garlic. I honestly can't understand how i am so spastic in the kitchen. i don't even know what will go with what when i'm grocery shopping. no concept whatsoever,.
Food and me have always had a tempestuous relationship. one of us is always trying to be the boss. i want to master it, and it refuses to cooperate under my rule. Baggins will back me up if anyone ever wants a more indepth idea of how retarded my body is with rejecting food stuffs. just ask her about the sinus-ham at the wintergarden centre. or the attempted home-cooked cordon bleu when v-rad swore was just chicken stained pink by the ham. no love, that shit was still ruling the roost on my plate it was so alive.. we ordered pizzas.
the way to anyones heart is through their stomach. I'm affraid I'll have to find an alternative route.
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