I know that it sounds amazing to all the lovelies that know me. But contrary to popular belief, I do know how to cook (yes, yes and its edible dagnabit!). Sure you know my food needs a little salt here and there but that’s how it goes sometimes (you can’t fucking please everyone all the time). Besides that, I like it, it’s funners to cook. You’re like a mad (not really more like annoyed) scientist. Getting to play with fire, (Ooo fire heh heh heh FIRE!) with all kinds of ingredients (slimy things like the chicken I dismembered >.<). I like getting messy (you know what I’m just gonna not comment on that one) its neatocompleto! You put it all together and viola! It’s dinner (well unless you didn’t follow direction or suck at it) and it’s all yummy! It's a plus if have someone to cook for. It makes it more enjoyable. I mean when you’re talking about cooking (like not just heat something up using the microwave lazy ass!) really cook you don’t just wanna do it for yourself (all by myself!) it's too lonely (I was here in my room).
At any rate my mother once told me that to when you cook for someone, that’s when you show you how much you really love them! Apparently that's what makes the food taste so good, your love *cough* *cough* (bullshit!). It kind of makes me wanna laugh sometimes. Cause my mother is a hard women, she as tough as they come. Therefore to heard talking about warm fuzzes about home cooked meals. It makes me feel that dear lord the world is about to end. Although we have our disagreements if I ask her to teach me about cook anything it’s done. She’ll show me how, now I don’t think she’s ever let me cook on my own in her presents. I personally think it’s an issue of hers (control freak!) her kitchen, her rules. Consequently as I’ve mentioned before she has run away and won’t be back until later, later…I have so to speak been left holding the bag…the tamale bag! I know we could totally wait until she returns. And let her makes (the yummy) ones with all her love and what not! But dagnabit I want them now!! Though really what had happen was I kind of already bought the maza and it would spoil if we wait that long. We don’t want it to go down that way. Yeah I know that was like the dumbest move ever!! *hangs head in shame* Don’t judge me, you know you do stupid things too!
Therefore the task of making them has fallin’ on me (well you know cause I poked the bear! D’oh). Although I've never made them without parental supervision (she won’t let do nothing!). Now so I don’t go down in flames all by myself. I try and persuade, sibling one and four to endure the horror that will incur. However it seems that fate (you wicked bitch! She works against me!) has only allow me to swayed sibling four (mmmm he’s okay) and his wife (Yay me!). As stated previously I have done the prep work (chicken killer qu'est-ce ah fa fa fa fa fa) everything is ready conditions are perfect! (It’s business time). Well as perfect as they’re gonna be. Still I can see it chaos (Oh jebus! Save me). So cause I’m nice (ha ha ha) I lay out aprons and glove for my (unsuspecting victims) I mean my willing helpers. Seriously WTF! I'm doing all the dirty jobs. Like taking the maza out of bag….ewwww it’s squishy and watery is no fun (well maybe just a little). Having everything laid out on the table...And it starts! Luckily sibling four and his wife are smart cookies (I am so smart, I am so smart. S-M-R-T!) They have brought spirits!! Whoop! Whoop! Thus the smearing and scooping being, and we're rapping then tying, rapping then tying and rapping then tying some more (boy I tell you what! It went on like that for a while) now for the first time doing this without parental supervision (and a little liquored up tee hee hee) we did an umm ok…well they were moderately… the thing is you see they are really tasty...but they were kind of not in adult portions (they were itty bitty) the corn husk were not pretty. It made for tiny tasty tamales. #_o Oh well, at least I didn't burn anything down and there's always next year?! O_o
At any rate my mother once told me that to when you cook for someone, that’s when you show you how much you really love them! Apparently that's what makes the food taste so good, your love *cough* *cough* (bullshit!). It kind of makes me wanna laugh sometimes. Cause my mother is a hard women, she as tough as they come. Therefore to heard talking about warm fuzzes about home cooked meals. It makes me feel that dear lord the world is about to end. Although we have our disagreements if I ask her to teach me about cook anything it’s done. She’ll show me how, now I don’t think she’s ever let me cook on my own in her presents. I personally think it’s an issue of hers (control freak!) her kitchen, her rules. Consequently as I’ve mentioned before she has run away and won’t be back until later, later…I have so to speak been left holding the bag…the tamale bag! I know we could totally wait until she returns. And let her makes (the yummy) ones with all her love and what not! But dagnabit I want them now!! Though really what had happen was I kind of already bought the maza and it would spoil if we wait that long. We don’t want it to go down that way. Yeah I know that was like the dumbest move ever!! *hangs head in shame* Don’t judge me, you know you do stupid things too!
Therefore the task of making them has fallin’ on me (well you know cause I poked the bear! D’oh). Although I've never made them without parental supervision (she won’t let do nothing!). Now so I don’t go down in flames all by myself. I try and persuade, sibling one and four to endure the horror that will incur. However it seems that fate (you wicked bitch! She works against me!) has only allow me to swayed sibling four (mmmm he’s okay) and his wife (Yay me!). As stated previously I have done the prep work (chicken killer qu'est-ce ah fa fa fa fa fa) everything is ready conditions are perfect! (It’s business time). Well as perfect as they’re gonna be. Still I can see it chaos (Oh jebus! Save me). So cause I’m nice (ha ha ha) I lay out aprons and glove for my (unsuspecting victims) I mean my willing helpers. Seriously WTF! I'm doing all the dirty jobs. Like taking the maza out of bag….ewwww it’s squishy and watery is no fun (well maybe just a little). Having everything laid out on the table...And it starts! Luckily sibling four and his wife are smart cookies (I am so smart, I am so smart. S-M-R-T!) They have brought spirits!! Whoop! Whoop! Thus the smearing and scooping being, and we're rapping then tying, rapping then tying and rapping then tying some more (boy I tell you what! It went on like that for a while) now for the first time doing this without parental supervision (and a little liquored up tee hee hee) we did an umm ok…well they were moderately… the thing is you see they are really tasty...but they were kind of not in adult portions (they were itty bitty) the corn husk were not pretty. It made for tiny tasty tamales. #_o Oh well, at least I didn't burn anything down and there's always next year?! O_o
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