by Death By Chocolate
My idea of cooking usually involves a bag of pasta, a Lloyd Grossman sauce and some sundried tomatoes and olives thrown in if I’m feeling adventurous. Fortunately for me, all of the girls I’ve dated have been culinary geniuses and most of my friends are equally talented in that department, meaning I have been pretty well fed over the years (aside from one Thai green chicken curry incident that Ms Falconer would probably rather I didn’t mention). I had come to accept that I was never going to be able to sweep a girl off her feet with a romantic dinner that I had whipped up from scratch. That was fine – I could take her to Coq d’Argent instead. … Continue Reading
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