Pardon my absence we have had some interesting family stuff going on here, and believe me if I'm given permission I will so totally tell you all about it because...WHOAH.
In the mean time. My husband just texted that his work friend and wife might come for dinner or lunch this weekend.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I'm a good cook. I would go as far as to say, I'm a pretty fucking fantastic cook (fantastic cooks are allowed a few fuck ups here and there though). When I'm cooking for family I'm good. When my own friends come over I FREAK OUT. I shit you not, if Ginger or my cousin Lisa come over I nearly have an aneurysm over what to cook, will they like it, will it be done on time, over cooked, under cooked...insert wine and valium here. Then when they arrive I spend the entire meal frantically searching their meal for signs telling me if they love it or hate it. Did they have seconds? Did they push something aside, will the ever come back, did I fail??
So if I get that worked up over my own friends you guys can really understand how much I'm totally freaking out. I've suddenly forgotten every recipe I know. I can't remember a single good meal I've made. Every thing seems yucky and gross and OH MY GOD WHAT AM I GOING TO COOK.
Help!
posted on Sep. 2, 2009
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