Im thinking about inviting friends for dinner this weekend. I like making dinner. I like looking confident with the kitchenknife, slicing onion like I’ve never done anything else (I also like to exaggerate). For some reason I wan’t to have a couple of glasses of wine while preparing the food. If You’ve gone Your way through a full bottle, the taste can be…. Intresting, exotic.
Last time I made dinner for someone, it was for Janis. I had a box of wine, but I didn’t open it ’til she arrived. I did a pie with leek and cottage cheese.
This weekend, im thinking veil, even though thats a terrible thing to eat. You might aswell eat children. But in taste soooo gooood in a sauce with white wine and cream, and pasta to that.
Im terrible sorry for making this blog to some sort of foodblog. This is suppoosed decadent blog about lost hope, depression, melancholy and sexual harrassment (I wish).
But im hungry.
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