Via The New Yorker.
File This Under: It’s Funny Because Its True.
March 18, 2012 by 12 Comments
each bite tells a story.
I don't know what “Sis. Boom. [blog!]" means either. But, if a post makes even a small 'boom' in your day, I would be happy. Please don't call me a "foodie", or even a food blogger. I prefer "food raconteur" thank you very much.
Each bite tells a story...
Ha-Oh how I wished things would work that way at our house! Perhaps there is someone out there that loves dish washing and hates cooking, but I will not hold my breath in hopes they will show up!
Tina! I don’t think any such person exists!
That’s always the requirement when I cook. The boyfriend cleans, or at least loads the dishwasher!
I love this! My husband is always complaining that the dishes take him even longer than the cooking takes me…
Does he always make a joke about how MANY dishes you can dirty on even simple meals? Mine does.
hi-LAR-ious. This is how it is when Chris cooks by himself.
I hope you will write more about this. I’m enjoying the discovery of your blog!
I am totally getting screwed. A hissy fit (by me) has to happen before someone else cleans up. Yesterday, I had a load going in the dishwasher and hand washed another two sinks full of dishes. Apparently, I need to grow a bigger set…
LOL! I’m laughing thinking about Cher throwing a ‘hissy fit’!
I am having a panic attack just looking at that cartoon counter full of dishes!!!!
I always read the cartoons in the New Yorker first…this one is classic. Bill does does the dishes, but I think this is the exaggerated vision he has some days when he comes home after a baking spree 🙂
Yes, I was thinking about all the same recipes with different names. But I don’t mind; love these cookies. Yours look perfect. Well done.