Have you noticed the cleavage queens on the food network never wear aprons? My lord, if I cooked without coverage, it would be ugly. The only alternative is to wear old jeans and wipe your hands on the fanny. Can't imagine cooking without a parachute, so to speak. How do they do it? Nothing ever splatters or spills or inconveniently is where it should not be. Like all over you. Of course, aprons are not designed to exhibit cleavage (see above). Don't get me wrong, I love them all, and they cook up a storm, but how do they do it?
Wondering!
We are dining on chicken soup tonight. Nobody is sick, and it's not very romantic but hey, the ingredients were present and accounted for, and it's like a free meal. I've liven it up (well, a little) with biscuits with cheese and chives.
I hope you are all going out for a romantic feed. We think the crowds and the over-crowding and hence poor service don't make for a romantic evening, au contraire. So we'll be slurping the soup (quietly) and then enjoying a movie and maybe even a cognac. And a real wood fire. Now, that's romantic.
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