|The problem of not cohabitating:
||[Mar. 2nd, 2004|12:35 am]
The problem isn't that I no longer live with an excellent cook. It's not even so much that when cooking for one, meals tend to be simple and uninspired.
The problem is I boiled the noodles to a perfect al dente, and then struggled to open the jar of spicy marinara sauce, with no success. You never realize how convenient it is to have a man in the next room until you need one for some throwback brute force task that your girly hands just aren't up to.
So I had the trader joe's Cuban Mojito sauce instead, which I also (almost) couldn't open.
Note to self: invite man over to open all jars, place contents in tupperware immediately, discard jars.