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Monday, November 6, 2006
I have a personal chef. She is a fabulous chef. So good, in fact, that I would never want to eat a meal prepared by another. The food is the greatest.
There are some problems with my chef though. I have a favorite desert, Bananas Foster. My chef simply won't prepare it for me. No matter how much I ask, beg, suggest, coerce or plead. No Bananas Foster for me.
I have asked if she has an issue with Bananas Foster and she claims that she does not. I asked once if she doesn't like preparing the dish. "Does it make you gag?" Nope. She just won't make it.
Also, while she is a world-class cook with a pretty wide variety of dishes on the menu, she is only up to cooking about a third as often as I am hungry. No problem, I can just make myself a snack once in a while, right? Wrong. Every time I try to cook for myself she finds a way to distract me from the task at hand. She is very subtle about it, but I can count on it happening every time.
Even if she finds out I made myself something to eat away from her kitchen, she still seems upset. I've noticed she never cooks for herself either. I wonder if this has something to do with it. In fact, she will only eat if I cook for her. I guess sometimes she will make herself something if I am in the kitchen too. I don't mind this too much but it does seem strange that she doesn't cook for herself on her own. She's a first rate chef, after all. You'd think she would know best how to prepare exactly what she wants.
I know what you're thinking. I should just eat out somewhere else when I'm hungry. I tried that once and she got really, really upset with me. I'm not going to try that again.
Needless to say, I'm get hungry a lot.
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Talkr | 2049 readsFeast or Famine
That bites. I just wanted to comment that I like your analogy here and how you portrayed it. I'm also wondering if any of the "not cooking" has to do with the whole looking for food elsewhere, but maybe not. I'm not sure. Can you innundate her senses with HER favorite food until she can't help but need it daily??
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Hmmmm
Maybe you should slip some sort of aphrodysiac into her food on a regular basis? Ooooor, try that awesome food that is best enjoyed when one is suddenly waken (woken?) up in the middle of it and is still half asleep..that can be wild and great.
Call me Doctor Lisa Westheimer.
Mmmmm Bananas Foster
My chef will make me Bananas Foster every once in a while, but only if I meticulously wash the bananas in advance. (I almost said before hand.) But, she only tastes it; she'll never take enough to swallow, or even enough to spit out. I don't understand it, either. I make her several helpings of her favorite desert, and I don't even mind if it's too salty.
excellent. i had to read it
excellent. i had to read it again when i got to the bottom.
I hate it when...
I feel like I need to be in a class for slower kids....like I just did when I read this for the 2nd time.
Cluster...
Well, I was hoping to avoid having to come right out and say blowjob.
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Yah I mean I have no one to cook with or for right now, so you'd think I would be ok with scraps or hand outs. Though I'd rather just go hungry until I can really attend a banquet. It's so unclassy to withhold the finer things. It's like a place setting with no forks...Come on, what kind of whacky issues do you have to have? You are at a banquet, use proper etiquette or just don't attend or host one. I mean it should be done right. You don't have to have dessert every meal, but if you never serve it it's like you have an attitude problem. It's like you have a vendetta. I mean I would not pretend to be a good lunch partner if I didn't like vinagrette salad and salty chips. Grow up! Do it right.