i love to cook, mostly because i love to eat. and i love to eat because both of my parents are great cooks. i've found that i cook more like my mom, sticking close to tried & true recipes that always please. my dad is fancier, watching the cooking shows and then emulating them in amazing ways. and i'll eat everything, except veal, which is morally wrong and depressing and every time someone orders it or eats it i think about this sad little baby cow carcass i saw my senior year of high school at alex's lake house. it was just the remnants, bone and fur, and really small. sad, huh? don't you feel bad?
anyway, if you have great recipes, let me know. i can always use some suggestions. and i'll try anything once. i know a lot of you out there cook. from fried fish to chicken tortilla soup to lemon bars, i'll take it.
some of you might wonder, does tom cook? no, i won't let him. i have trust issues in the kitchen and therefore usually refuse to let others around the sink and stove. only family and close friends can really step into that arena. and while tom definitely fits into that category, he doesn't love the kitchen like i do. but he can make some mean pancakes.
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i guess its true, i never really have seen tom lend a hand. i can't wait till thursday shows come back so i can invade your house every thursday night again... of course, you may have let ME lend a hand since you'll have hands full with a baby... :)
you can take the little one and i'll escape to the kitchen. it will be a good fall; can't wait for the ritual to begin again. thanks for a fun lunch. back to work.
I would just like to go on record as saying that I like food.
andy- we should get together and eat more. it's a good way to bond.
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