Ok, one of my guy friends confided that his mother's marinara pasta tasted quite... yucky. That just confirms my theory (and experience) about guys being better cooks than girls.
Now, he's asking me if I can cook.
Garn, I don't get that asked of me very often. I mean, throw any stone at any girl these days and chances are, they'll say that they don't cook. And it's never too late to pick up cooking when necessity strikes.
Once, I had a cookout with a guy friend - he wanted to impress me and I wanted to impress his dad. Our cooking that day could rival any decent Chinese restaurant, let me tell ya. And his dad kept telling me about the things I did right with my sweet and sour chicken dish. That made me wonder who's trying to impress who. Heh.
The second big cookout was last year where I single-handedly whipped out a dishy spaghetti bolognaise complete with musroom soup for my family.
Thus far, those were the successful local cookouts that I had in the recent years. The others that took place during uni days involved a lamb curry dish, roasted chicken, masala chicken, black chicken and potato salad. We used to like hosting small dinner get-togethers at our flat every now and then.
Now, with dad in the kitchen, I hardly ever get the chance to cook other than the occassional instant noodle. So, you can't really blame me for not having a more impressive cooking resume, eh?
Ariel is surrounded by amazing, loving folks. So what if there's a fly outside the window with an irritating buzz? Pfffftt :P
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