Cooking Class / Cake for Two
How did I meet my Wife? Sit a spell and I'll tell you.
Well it's a simple story. I was taking a cooking class, I was doing very well also. Then one day the Chef told the class there would be a new student. Then she walked in.
I started to simmer. She came and took the station next to mine. I could not believe how hot I got... my hand was on the stove top. She laughed at my mistake. I think she knew she had my brain blended.
The chef assigned us to make a cake. I tried to focus, but she smelled so good... or at least her cake did. I was a mess, every time I looked at her I broke my egg yolks. Whew, I was a mess. I worked so hard to make my cake and impress her. I shifted, mixed, beat, and had all the flair of a professional chef on the T.V... or so I thought. After all my showmanship my cake batter was awful. I had flour every where and i am pretty sure I used salt instead of sugar.
Well I am known for being quick on my feet. I "accidentally" dropped it on the way to the oven. She laughed and helped me clean up my mess. She poured her batter into two smaller pans and baked us both a cake. Well sharp as I am, I knew that was my in.
So while the cakes baked I pitched all the woo a woo slinger could sling. Let me tell you I got mad woo slinging skills. ... okay, maybe not. I may have all the charm and style of a squash. I had her attention anyway. She seemed to enjoy my constant rambling. Soon the cake was done. Thanks to her kindness I passed the class.
7 years later we are still cooking together. She is just as hot as the day I first saw her. I may be nobody's idea of a good cook but I'm the chef of her heart. Don't worry she loves me very much but she keeps me out of the kitchen. I cook elsewhere... the bedroo... ahh I mean the grill