You’re Thailand!
Calmer and more staunchly independent than almost all those around you,
you have a long history of rising above adversity.  Recent adversity has led to questions
about your sexual promiscuity and the threat of disease, but you still manage to attract a
number of tourists and admirers.  And despite any setbacks, you can really cook a good
meal whenever it’s called for.  Good enough to make people cry.
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Quiz at the Blue Pyramid

My cooking standards have changed a lot over the years, and probably the most drastically throughout this past year. I have expanded the most with my cooking abilities since Rick encourages me to try new things and promises never to get grossed out or be unappreciative if it doesn’t work out. Fortunately for both of us, though, I’ve had a great majority of successes over failures with new meals. I think tonight was a success.

I made pineapple and honey chicken, fluffy biscuits, and Rick helped make some green beans with slivered almonds. I made two batches of sweet tea, and with ten people seated around the dining room table, it was soon devoured with much eagerness and afterward satisfaction.

The greatest part about cooking a meal is that usually I’m off the hook when it comes to clean up. Yeah yeah, I know it probably won’t be that way when I’m married, but Rick is still a tremendous help when it comes to dinners, and it will be easier to cook for him than for ten people every day.

I swear, there’s gotta be a limitless amount of ways to cook chicken. Isn’t it the best?

(I think that the title of this blog entry is one of the longest ones I’ve ever made. I’m feeling very verbose tonight.)