I can cook! I never knew!
I cooked a meal for my girlfriend for Valentines Day, I knew it would be a romantic gesture but I had no idea how it would turn out. My entire cooking experience has been limited to pasta and sauce and things that go 'ding' in less than five minutes. However, a quick perusal of a Jamie Oliver cookbook and a trip to Sainsburys (they have to stock his ingredients, it's the law) and I was set. Unfortunately my cooking equipment is limited at best and I have a cooker whose door refuses to close so an hour's cooking turned into two and a half. It went well though, but I made a lot and was quite tired after. Problem with it being Valentines Day was that my girlfriend was quite turned on with the bottle of red wine we shared, the poetry I'd written in the card, the fact I'd cleaned my room and then cooked for her. Whereas I was fucking knackered. It was probably my shortest bedroom performance ever but I didn't care, I'd worked really hard all day and I deserved to be slightly selfish. I'd made her come anyway.
The reason I write this brutally honest depiction is because I've had a few female friends express their concern over their boyfriend's performance on Valentines Day (October being one) and I need to explain it's not to all you women, it's not you it's us. We've been working all day to make sure it's really romantic and it's not easy. I think what us men should do is ideally not drink at all and only have a half portion of food, otherwise I'm afraid girls we ain't going to make it a wonderful night of pleasure. It's genetic: full stomach, dulled senses and spent load = sleep. Blame God, in the meantime I'm going to nap.
T
On a side note for those interested, I cooked poussin with streaky bacon, roast potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower and baby carrots with sage, rosemary and thyme to flavour and a white wine sauce. Dessert was Baileys Haagen Dazs and the wine was Hardy's 2003 Shiraz Cabernet Sauvignon.
I cooked a meal for my girlfriend for Valentines Day, I knew it would be a romantic gesture but I had no idea how it would turn out. My entire cooking experience has been limited to pasta and sauce and things that go 'ding' in less than five minutes. However, a quick perusal of a Jamie Oliver cookbook and a trip to Sainsburys (they have to stock his ingredients, it's the law) and I was set. Unfortunately my cooking equipment is limited at best and I have a cooker whose door refuses to close so an hour's cooking turned into two and a half. It went well though, but I made a lot and was quite tired after. Problem with it being Valentines Day was that my girlfriend was quite turned on with the bottle of red wine we shared, the poetry I'd written in the card, the fact I'd cleaned my room and then cooked for her. Whereas I was fucking knackered. It was probably my shortest bedroom performance ever but I didn't care, I'd worked really hard all day and I deserved to be slightly selfish. I'd made her come anyway.
The reason I write this brutally honest depiction is because I've had a few female friends express their concern over their boyfriend's performance on Valentines Day (October being one) and I need to explain it's not to all you women, it's not you it's us. We've been working all day to make sure it's really romantic and it's not easy. I think what us men should do is ideally not drink at all and only have a half portion of food, otherwise I'm afraid girls we ain't going to make it a wonderful night of pleasure. It's genetic: full stomach, dulled senses and spent load = sleep. Blame God, in the meantime I'm going to nap.
T
On a side note for those interested, I cooked poussin with streaky bacon, roast potatoes, broccoli, cauliflower and baby carrots with sage, rosemary and thyme to flavour and a white wine sauce. Dessert was Baileys Haagen Dazs and the wine was Hardy's 2003 Shiraz Cabernet Sauvignon.
anyway, how have you been? work not being too much of a shit i hope..