My husband made dinner for me last night.
When I got home from work, he was wearing a tee-shirt with a silk tie, and had a dish-towel thrown over his shoulder—a practical and amusing costume. He was trying to listen to a book on CD, from the public library, a CD that had been treated less than kindly; and silk is sometimes good for clearing up fingerprints, dirt in minor scratches, thus preventing those annoying digital skips. The use for the towel is obvious when one considers what a mess browning fat chicken thighs can be. How can a woman resist a man who cooks for her!
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Romeo & Juliet Act 1 Scene 1
Love is a smoke made with the fumes of frying allyium.
Being cooked, a fire sparking the lover’s stratagem;
Being smell’d, a way through lover’s tongue:
What is it else? a madness most smart,
The fastest way to a woman’s heart.
Many apologies to Mr. Romeo-
My poor parody of your impassioned speech was well-intentioned…
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