Needless to say, they sleep here, nestled in large cocoons like snoring speed bumps on the carpet.
But no one- absolutely no one goes to sleep without first sampling (or inhaling) Lawrence's breakfast creations. This morning's menu included roast beef cheddar eggs, fluffy pancakes, sunny D, and assorted hot teas. His food is simple, always well-seasoned, and comforting. What could be better? Especially at 3 a.m. My friend even harbors the humility to serve his dishes to the salivating partakers. AND cleans up after himself! Ladies, can we say "KEEPER"?
It's a rare and glorious thing to witness a man grace a kitchen with his presence, whether he wandered in to browse the fridge, or God forbid to wash a dish. It's even rarer and more glorious to witness a man engage the kitchen appliances (all but the microwave) to create rib-sticking deliciousness. One word comes to mind when describing this sight; I'm sure you'd agree the word is "sexy".
And I say "sexy" in the most platonic sense of the word, objectively. You see, we'd never allow the gang to stay here if they weren't all seen as brothers and cousins. So although I do admire my friend for his belief that "cheese makes everything better"and his stove-top talents, at the end of the day, all I lust over are his roast beef, cheddar eggs.
1 comment:
I agree 100%. Nothing sexier than a man in the kitchen. Great blog. I will keep checking back in.
Can't wait to read more.
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