You cook?

Fatties need to know how to cook good, rich, delicious foods. I've honed my skills based on what the number of women in the past have taught me.

I'm pretty okay at traditional Armenian dishes, I have the French shit down (sauce, sauce, sauce), and the American stuff is pretty straight-forward.

These days, I don't usually have time to go home and make dinner though. In the winter, I often cook dinner for my father and I, if I have time. But since I am at the office until 5 or whatever, it leaves me little room to feed hungry men for 6pm.

I LOVE cooking roasts, stews, and crock-pot sorts of conglomerations. I am not, however, too adventurous when it comes to new stuff.

When I say "new stuff," I don't mean new recipes. I mean things that get a little out of the traditional lines of thinking.

My sister made some absolutely wretched coffee bean, semi-sweet chocolate, beer-drowned chili for us this past spring. It was revolting. And she had spent SO much money making it. It was supposed to be Mexican or something. Maybe she fucked it up.

I have a huge box of recipes my mother (the best cook ever) gave me. They're of course not the average recipe - more of a "dash" here and a "dash" there kind of thing. We're not much use when it comes to measuring exacts.

Jam it back in, in the dark.