of instant noodles, sunny side-ups & boiled water...

You know, they say a man's not a man until he does "something great". I never understood that until recently when I had the chance to cook for G. In a momentary lapse of her usual lucidity and logic, she allowed me full rein of the kitchen (with apron courtesy of junk food supplier alternate choice provider and target of Morgan Spurlock's contempt). The "something great" was definitely NOT whipping up a gourmet storm (much as I had hoped to...) but in persuading G to actually taste my misguided creation.



Oh what horrors a determined deluded man can conjure up! Especially using an old wok, a broken egg-beater & a microwave oven with a non-functioning LCD screen...