For a while, I lived with a guy from Moldova who made the best food I’ve ever tasted. He was a tough-looking fella, tattooed head to toe, with the face of an angel—after I paid for some plastic surgery that is. Before that, he looked like a dog’s dinner. A rabid pooch had mauled his nose and mouth.
Not that I care much about appearances. As long as a man is all muscle and no fat, he’s AOK with me. I do like someone handy, someone who knows his way around power tools and gets things done. Properly. Preferably without talking too much. I loathe idle chatter and have no patience for slackers. If he can make me laugh, all the better but truth is, I'm the joker in every relationship.
This guy was Bob the Builder and MacGyver rolled into one. He tiled my kitchen, mouse-proofed the house, and made spinach crêpes to die for. The years we spent together were the only time in my life I ever put on weight.
I had to get rid of him.
He was also the world's angriest chef. I used to beg him not to cook. The food was divine, but the fallout wasn’t worth it. Once, I had to take him to A&E after he punched a hole in the wall because his soufflé didn’t rise.
The worst food I’ve ever tasted, on the other hand, was cooked by my mother. It was chips with everything. Beans and chips, egg and chips, egg and beans with chips. Then there was chip surprise...that was chips without egg or beans. Not having much liking for chips or beans, I was a thin child. She didn’t cook often, thank the Lord, but when she did, I was grateful we had a dog.
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Posted in response to galenkp's weekend experience
prompt asking: What's the best food and worst food you've ever eaten and why? and
What attributes does "the right person" have to attract and engage you.
The images are my own.
