ThatDamnedPanda
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Reading this thread, I'm really amazed at how many men don't even know how to cook. What the heck do these guys eat? I moved out of my parents' house shortly after I turned 17, and thought I was in heaven because I could eat pizza, TV dinners, and pot pies every night. It took about 3 weeks before I'd had a lifetime's worth of that crap, and I motored straight over to my parents' house to raid my mother's recipe book. Haven't looked back since. I can't imagine how boring life would be if I didn't cook. When I'm living with someone, I usually do all the cooking, because I'm better at it than most of the women I've been with. My last ex used to do a lot of the cooking because she liked the traditional dishes she grew up with in Russia and Germany, and I couldn't make them as well as she could. But overall, my cooking was still better than hers, so unless she had a hankering for borscht or sauerbraten or whatever, she mostly preferred to let me do the cooking. I did date someone about 15 years ago who was a really good cook, and we would take turns trying to outcook each other. We'd attack each other every weekend with elaborate gourmet meals, her one Saturday night and me the next. She finally gave up when I clobbered her with lobster thermidor and baked alaska. After that, she pretty much let me do the cooking.
< Message edited by ThatDamnedPanda -- 12/30/2010 8:19:39 PM >
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