12 November, 2012
"You look like her," she told me.
I miss my old prep cook job where I always worked with the food. But it wasn't enough hours to get us a house, and this job is. Only I don't get to cook all that much, and sometimes that makes me feel sad. Only I don't want to be sad.
So here's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to get back to my cookbooks, which lately, I've been way too pooped to do.
Too pooped I tell ya, just too pooped.
And on that note, it's time to get that babuska on my head and drive my butt to work. But then tomorrow I have off so who knows ... you might just see a food post.
See you Boogerbutts later.