Clearly I did not have the foresight that I would be cooking chicken wings in this manner. Well the first time I did not. The second time … I just… whatever.
I am a “prawn addict.”
I’m not sure where Bibimpap originated from in my vortex, but I suppose my love for oriental cuisine […]
We would be meeting at Benihana and I arrived a few minutes after her as I’d braved the tube from London Bridge to Bank. Boy let me tell ya’ll!! What. A. Ride. London eh.
…it would be nice if they offered us drinks on the house at some point…
I don’t think I was ready to drop my freshly seared beef in ice cold water.
On our way home, we decided to have a drink – as we do. “Work had play hard.” Am I right? We turned right on from Leake Street into Cubana.
Everyone says “you’ve got to stand out.” Bish, please. We can’t all be dope. I won’t have it all figured out now so I might as well stop tinkering and get to it. Dunno why I been fondling my keyboards since this process started.