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7th January 2008, 10:21 AM
The way it goes – not sure how many of you are cooks or like to cook but I guess it is my background when I cook I cook – baked camembert, herb & lemon spatchcock
Cooking is loving; and you can tell the warmth of someone’s heart by what they do in the kitchen – I am not saying food it the way to my heart is isn’t but there is so much love that goes into it.
Have you ever kneaded bread standing behind your man your arm under his and you’re both just kneading the doe – it’s warm – it’s caring, there is a passion about it.
Generally everything seems to happen in the kitchen or around the table – and I guess naturally so – unfortunately they are not always the best things to happen.
Which is I guess what I come to – he arrives home – nothing is really that much different I have just got back from Brisbane myself after picking up the kids for the weekend – I have two, one boy and a girl.
And we eat dinner we are sitting down watching TV, the kids have just fallen asleep and all of a sudden a single tear falls out of his eye – I look at it and I ask what’s wrong – he just goes I am sorry I can’t do this anymore – I love you but I am not in love with you. I need to find myself, I am going home.
And with those words two years walks out the door.
WTF
Cooking is loving; and you can tell the warmth of someone’s heart by what they do in the kitchen – I am not saying food it the way to my heart is isn’t but there is so much love that goes into it.
Have you ever kneaded bread standing behind your man your arm under his and you’re both just kneading the doe – it’s warm – it’s caring, there is a passion about it.
Generally everything seems to happen in the kitchen or around the table – and I guess naturally so – unfortunately they are not always the best things to happen.
Which is I guess what I come to – he arrives home – nothing is really that much different I have just got back from Brisbane myself after picking up the kids for the weekend – I have two, one boy and a girl.
And we eat dinner we are sitting down watching TV, the kids have just fallen asleep and all of a sudden a single tear falls out of his eye – I look at it and I ask what’s wrong – he just goes I am sorry I can’t do this anymore – I love you but I am not in love with you. I need to find myself, I am going home.
And with those words two years walks out the door.
WTF