I've mentioned this before, that as my wife you are automatically an endorser of food products. You might as well take advantage of this privilege, and enjoy the tastes of the world, have dinner parties, eat with your friends at good restaurants, and spend lots of time at the supermarket. Why, you can even get your agent to arrange endorsements. It doesn't matter if you know how to cook or not. Just eat what you like, and don't eat what you don't like. Of course, if you learn how to cook you will have more power. And of course, no one wants you to get bloated, least of all me, but I'm sure you know your limit. You're a professional, right? Just keep it halal, please.
For example, you know how much I like buffalo wings. That's hot chicken wings, folks. A throwback from the pizza days. I used to eat suicide wings! Nowadays I got my home made hot sauce which is milder than suicide wings but just as tasty, and at one point I was eating chicken wings every week, a kilo at a time. Yeah, man-sized portions. Then suddenly, nobody would sell me chicken wings. "I don't have chicken wings." "Those wings come with the chicken." "I don't have enough to give you." All sorts of excuses. But tonight at the night market, blessings rained upon me. After one guy refused to sell me chicken wings, 5 minutes later another stall popped out of nowhere stacked chest high with chicken, and the guy said "Yeah, I'll sell you chicken wings." Yeah! Looks like hot wings this week, Gorgeous Babes!
I bought some chicken rice at the night market for dinner. Lunch was an eggplant and cheese omelet with hash browns. Looks like diner food, huh? I should have left the ketchup in the photo. Come on over for chicken wings, Babe! Gorgeous! I love you and I need you.
