he’s such a good cook. a great cook. the best cook. actually. it pisses me the fuck off. why is he so good at cooking? why does everything he make taste like its from the hands of god themselves? i burnt a boiled egg! almost sent the kitchen up on flames. i can’t make anything even tolerable.
now, instead of coming home from office hours with my seniors and battling the stove for dominance I’m greeted by the sight of Mark in the kitchen concocting the best thing I’ve ever smelt. without complaint.
i’ve been trying to leave him for weeks! fucking weeks! but it’s so unfair. every time I decide to bring up the topic he’s there, furnishing his new stir fry recipe or something as a weapon of unbreakupness. i got as far as, i think we should, the last time when he actually shoved a piece of chocolate cake in my mouth!
it’s like he knows.
ramblings
this assignment was to write either a ranting rave or a raving rant. even writing that out just now got me confused as it which is which. i having raving rant at the top of this one so i’ll assume i got it right. he’s ranting about his inability to break up with his partner because he’s such a good cook while unable to not rave about the quality of the cooking.
i got “excellent voice” as a comment so i assume i understood the assignment correctly.
this isn’t a typical piece that i write about but i felt like a sitcomesque voice and environment was the right way to tackle this assignment. and part of learning is experimenting. i’ve done a lot of experimenting since i started this degree. it’s been enlightening to say the least.
leigh ann 
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