I have a confession to make.
Guys, I’m a good cook.
No, like, really. I’m a really good cook.
I love cooking, and I love trying out new recipes.
(I think it’s one of the reasons Ryan is excited to marry me, frankly.)
I know, that doesn’t sound like much of a confession.
That was just the backstory.
Yes, I love cooking.
But no, I do not love cooking for one.
In fact, I try not cook just for myself because I have leftovers for years.
I generally food-prep all my lunches for the week because I go to the gym in the morning,
but when it comes to dinner, I either eat the same thing for days or,
well, I just eat like a bachelor(ette).
For example, last night was a pb & j night…plus wine.
Why wine? Well, I need the wine bottles for centerpieces for my wedding.
Such a chore it is to drink that tasty wine 😉
But f’reals…I can cook.
I’m just too lazy and to stubborn to cook for just myself.
I’ll be cooking the Thanksgiving feast for the family again this year per tradition.
And yes, all that feasting you see up there?
I made that.
That was my plate.
I devoured it, and then I passed out.
Yay for gluttony! (and laziness)
