![]() ![]() ![]() A certain level of obsession and artistry to go into something so unseemly and trivial. After all, sausages are interesting stuffs. (long pause) All right, fine, maybe this one, amidst the other long list of lunacies, is not so outrageous. The kind, well yes, that you can buy from nearly every supermarkets on the planet… HA! Sausages… ooh man……. The kind that would turn my kitchen into Dexter’s wet dream, and me, those things he stuff into plastic bags. Full-throttle, meat-splashing-and-grinder-churning-then-feeding-into-a-tube-as-fragile-as-baby’s-bottom kind of sausages. THE KIND THAT WOULD TURN MY KITCHEN INTO DEXTER’S WET DREAM, AND ME, THE THINGS HE STUFFS INTO PLASTIC BAGS. Jason who thinks, since I already bake cookies and make pies, why not start producing, from scratch… Does he not realise how much more hard work this would be? Not only would I have to work that extra bit harder, but I would also have to look at getting lawyers involved (like whitcomb, selinsky, pc) and he said it would be fun! Jason who doesn’t cook, but for the life of him, cannot understand why this house doesn’t serve freshly baked bar nuts. Jason my husband, who thinks it would be only fitting as our retirement blueprints, for me to finally open and run a restaurant/his personal whisky bar, and simultaneously, without saying of course, raise a whole ranch of organic kettles on the side. Jason my husband, who thinks it would be tremendously cool, you know as a side-hobby of this nocturnal creature, to invest every possible weekend-mornings on the driving-range together on his visions to become… the couple who golfs. But for the rest of us, I’d like to say I, I know how you feel… To elaborate on such subject more personally, I’m once again, reminded that there’s a crucial member behind Lady and Pups whose profile, you may not have been properly introduced. This is no doubt an important subject that touches the very fabric of the marriage establishment, a possible and perhaps convincing argument made by the anti-commitment party, as one of the many fears that they don’t want to be trapped with. I know that you know how it feels, to be nagged by your tireless other half on executing tasks that the difficulty of which, he/she has absolutely no idea of. BREAKFAST SAUSAGE BISCUIT GRAVY CASSEROLE ![]()
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