Feminism be damned, I want a man to cook for.
Or, to not end with a preposition: A man for whom I can cook. Which sounds dumb.
Also, according to my roommates, I am the only person in NYC who makes casseroles.
Lately, I think mostly as a procrastination tool, I have been doing a lot of cooking. I like casseroles because they fulfill my need to cook while only utilizing the bare minimum of dishes. As much as I love to cook, I hate to wash dishes (in fact, we almost started World War III and a health hazard in our apartment senior year of college because none of use liked to do dishes). My two most recent culinary experiments have been a Moussaka casserole and Sundried Tomato Potato Gratin. Any recipe with rhyming words is fine and delicious by me.
I watched 'John Tucker Must Die' tonight, while compiling notes on the reception history and criticism of Edna St. Vincent Millay's sonnet 'I shall forget you presently'. I found this teen movie much less satisfying than '10 Things I Hate About You'.
It had a few good lines, however. Including: 'Dude. I'm deep. I'm dating the poetry club.'
Dude.
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Dude.
There's something wonky with your formatting. I can't see all of your links on the right hand side the page. Which is an issue because I always read your page and then click to Lizzie's or Toothpaste for Dinner.
Fix this.
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