When I got back from the doctor today with a bag of meds and an ambiguous diagnosis, my husband the nurse ordered me into bed. (I'm using my laptop, which he allows when I'm in bed.) I wish he was a better cook, because then I could request a dainty lap tray. Sigh.
His cooking is sort of rough and ready and features much microwaving, slapping things on the grill, and/or into the oven if they were frozen to begin with, which they often are if he's cooking.
Do I really want to know what Quaker Oat Pyramids are? They sound like some sort of cookies, but could just as well be kind of fetishistic porridge. ;)
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regna
Ooh...
Date: 2009-09-03 10:41 pm (UTC)His cooking is sort of rough and ready and features much microwaving, slapping things on the grill, and/or into the oven if they were frozen to begin with, which they often are if he's cooking.
Do I really want to know what Quaker Oat Pyramids are? They sound like some sort of cookies, but could just as well be kind of fetishistic porridge. ;)