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This picture hasn't ACTUALLY occurred... yet. We have overcooked some things in our various attempts, even burned some, but haven't produced a cloud to rival Iceland just yet. this may change, as I am getting more ambitious with my cooking endeavors. Obviously, the bowling ball is to Beedoo!'s taste. I am currently on the search for meals with ingredients that we will both eat--or at least tolerate--and which are to some degree easy to prepare and healthy. I am finding that the three rarely align. o.0

One of my many, many concerns When Beedoo! moved in was that I am a picky eater, and so I would not be able to handle her taste in foods. This is not really an exageration. There is a funny story about what happened when I politely tried to swallow a piece of zuchini cake offered to me by a friend from university (who, incidentally, I have never heard from since). My subconscious brain simply does not cooperate when trying out something 'new'. Still, excepting the bowling ball, things have not been nearly as bad. Beedoo!'s efforts to accomodate my tastes have apparently paid off, because she has fed me a lot of mostly Mexican style food most of which, despite everything, I have been able to not just stomach, but even like! In fact, her beef stroganoff was as wonderfully delicious as her failed green bean casserole was not.

For my part, I try to cook for her from time to time. When I moved out of my parents' home at the young and starry eyed age of 32, I made it a point to cook for myself on saturday, so that at least I would have some cooking skills. They are limited, though; as a cousin of mine pointed out to Beedoo! on his 15th birthday party today, Dutch food consists of potatoes, greens and meat, all neatly compartimentalised and prepared seperately. I'm glad I learned what I did, though, because Beedoo! is a cooking maniac, scouring the Supermarket for complicated ingredients while I just head for the potato section and wonder what type of cut I'd like to serve this time.

There is a downside to all this, though. By the time I get home from work it's 6:30 PM. Then we walk the dog, then one of us cooks, then we eat, and then it's 8:30 or 9:00 in the evening. And then we walk the dog again at 9:30 or 10:00... For this reason we have acquired some microwave meals for next week. Maybe that way we'll get some things done!