“Let Me Cook You Dinner”... #11
When an Italian man says “Let me cook you dinner” my instant thought is oooooohhhh a man who can cook AND wants to show off his culinary delights!
How amazing and who doesn’t love a good pasta dish or veal parmigiana, I ask myself in jest. The reality is men, in general, have an over inflated sense of self. Of course women, in general, are too polite to tell a man otherwise. So they bumble through life thinking that what mama told them all those years is actually true. News flash...your mama lied because she loves you.
Not this mama....
I waited with anticipation from the night before. I didn’t want to feel bloated and the next day ate like a bird so naturally I was starving but felt slim as my stomach was virtually empty. I arrive with a bottle of wine and some chocolate for my date hosting this exquisite meal he was preparing.
I’m greeted at the front door and walk into a beautiful townhouse. Well decorated and a faint smell of vanilla from the strategically placed candles. I was expecting a romantic table setting only to see our dinner placemats set up on the island of the kitchen. THE KITCHEN ISLAND. The dining room table is on display with no apparent use other than...decoration.
I see the stove top with various pots and as the pots continue to boil he pours me a HALF glass of wine and begins to give me a dissertation of the special SOUP he has made that he was taught while living in Vietnam.
Here is the magic. Are you ready????....chicken stock, 3 whole carrots and shredded celery. THAT'S IT! No noodles, no rice, NO nothing!! I asked him if this was the starter and that I was expecting something a little more elaborate. He then whipped up a salad of...lettuce, just lettuce and pulled out the 2 drumettes that he boiled in the soup as the “main course”.
WTF!!!! I let out a giggle and told him had I known what to expect I would have provided myself more sustenance throughout the day. He wasn’t too pleased with my comment. The talk track in my head is my daughter at the age of 7 could have made this soup and just googled it. I should have said to him as well, but my full on vigilante hadn't quite evolved at that time.
Night ended with us watching a movie and me coyly rejecting his physical advances.
What exactly does boiled water and half a chicken leg qualify a man for???? A blocked number before I got my hungry ass home.😂😂😂
