Anytime I spend significant time in the kitchen these days, I have a supervisor. Here's my view from the sink:
See her sitting over there? She looks all innocent, but really she's critiquing my use of spices and lack of proper knife skills. Here, I'll show you her I'm-pretending-I-like-your-work-when-really-I-find-it-unsatisfactory look:
So sneaky, eh? And just when I think I might get through an entire kitchen session unscathed, this happens:
Her trusty sidekick, aka. assistant supervisor, shows up. Now I'm in REAL trouble.
Sigh.
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