She sent me a cookbook – and a half-case of wine.
I’m not sure exactly what this all means. I’ve narrowed it down to either she thinks I need to drink to be with him, or that I’m just an alcoholic. To be fair, I don’t remember ever drinking in front of her. So I guess I’ll have to go with the former – though it is 100% speculation.
…and of course I kid.
The cookbook is probably so I provide decent meals to her possibly favourite nephew. I only paged through the book quickly, but they are seemingly things that look extremely doable. And better yet – things I’d not only want to cook, but to eat! So many cookbooks are so fussy – and that’s just not how I roll when it comes to food.
The more I cook, the more I like it. I find it very relaxing and I’m easing up on not exactly following the recipe and experimenting a little more. Nothing too wild, but using spices and ingredients that are not called for. So far nothing has gotten too screwed up and all seems pretty edible.
Of course, even if it is marginal, it is nothing a bottle of wine won’t fix.
song by: the Cardigans