I admit it, I've never been much of a cook.
I find it boring.
It does nothing for me.
Eric, on the other hand, is a master chef.
He can work wonders in the kitchen or on the bbq.
Most nights, when we eat at home, he does the cooking while I
hang out on the counter top chatting, flirting and toying with him.
The kitchen is a great place for foreplay - not to mention all of the wonderful
spanking tools that are readily on hand.
Anyway, it's not fair that Eric has to do all of the cooking so I decided as one of
my things to do while he's gone, I would learn to make some things to help out
when he returns.
Tonight I chose Chicken Ravioli with a red sauce. All I had to do
was boil water, put the pasta in for seven minutes, strain, cover with sauce and eat.
Eric called while I was cooking. We talked for twenty minutes. I thought nothing of the
pasta and when I looked in the pot, most of the ravioli had split open and the stuffing
was floating on top.
No biggie. I strained it and continued talking.
Another twenty minutes (a heavenly conversation, I might add) and the ravioli had gone cold.
I dumped the pieces that managed to stay together on a plate, threw some pasta
sauce from a jar over top and microwaved it for 2.5 minutes.
Eric and I continued to talk for ten minutes after that so I zapped my dinner 45 additional seconds before sitting down to eat.
Chewy, like leather, on the outside and mushy and gross on the inside. Sigh. I ate it anyway. Yuck.
Ladies, I have read your blogs and know you are far more talented than I. Do any of you have
some REALLY REALLY easy to make recipes that I could surprise Eric with... without killing either of us? Send me your favorite; simple healthy best. PLEASE. :)