I did something so foreign yesterday...I cooked. No, hell hasn't frozen over and the devil is not sporting a Northface jacket just yet. Do not take this as a sign of domesticity...because it totally isn't. Au contraire, it is a sign of me taking control of my life and doing shit for myself. I have a brain and fully functioning hands. However, I am the clumsiest girl you will ever meet. I'm up there with Urkel. I'm surprised I still have eyelashes.
Below is a glazed salmon I made. $cruz helped a little with the sides, but I made the salmon. I even followed a recipe!
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| Delicious, right? |
And on a side note--it's only domestic if you cook in heels, an apron, and pearls. And wear
only those items previously listed. That's the "key" to a man's heart...and that shit is mad lame.