Day 4- Never send a man to do a woman’s job
I talk from experience dear friends, never send a man to do a woman’s job!
I sent my, rather reluctant, husband into the kitchen to make me some soup, from a packet mind you, as I was ailing in bed.
The soup tasted like dishwater, but there was a strange gleam in my husband’s eye. That was the beginning of the catastrophe.
From packet soups to gourmet meals, the journey has been swift, fragrant and flavorful.
And a disaster for me, and my weighing scale. I talk from experience dear friends, never send a man to do a woman’s job!
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Ha ha :)))) really nice
cool, I say! 🙂
Hahaha .. though i must admit pati cooks better than me 😉
Ha ha ha.. I can just imagine the agony 😉 Husband cooks very well here too 😉
Aah isn't that lovely!! And here I have been gifting cookbooks but we are yet to ace regular, leave aside gourmet 😉 ~ Simran
Haha.. At least he learnt to cook! Count your blessings girl!
Just to set the record right, my husband NEVER cooks:))) This was inspired by a visit to his friends house, for dinner…which was cooked from scratch, by his friend:)