I never find cooking interesting. Maybe it's due to the fact that my mom didn't care much for it either. Yesterday I read in the newspaper that women who cook are more likely to get cancer than those who stay away from the stove. I guess the grease and the smoke turn kitchen into a dangerous zone.
Lucky for me...I always have friends who enjoy cooking and these friends aren't women. They are all MEN! I wonder if their moms have anything to do with their love for cooking.
When I was in college, Doug impressed me with his cooking skills. I would always come by to have a fabulous meal and go home with the leftovers.
Jeremy is a pastry chef and makes the best chocolate cake I've ever had in my life! Unfortunately I'm not his cup of tea. Otherwise, I'll marry him for his to-die-for cakes.
James makes the most wonderful meatloaf I've ever tasted. I used to be a vegetarian and meat is never a big thing for me. But after tasting James' meatloaf, I dream about it and I still remember how good it tasted. Starting from scratch is hard work but he doesn't mind getting his hand dirty.
You can tell a lot about a guy from the way he works in the kitchen. And I'd love to marry someone who can make wonders in the kitchen. The way to my heart is through my stomach.
