My friend's wife was working at local restaurant. Had to resign, because of family. While leaving she took the skills and, what's more important, passion for cooking. Forgot her house was with but a few people and it ain't a restaurant where you need to cook hundred different meals daily. So when my family accepted new year's eve invitation she was very happy to have an opportunity to show of more of her cooking skills without getting overboard... She went overboard.We moved together 4 months after that. I couldn't blame the Uruguayan restaurant for my weight gain anymore. 21 kilos in 4 years and a half! She said that, if she fatten me enough, I would be harder to kidnap or to be stolen from her.
I said Martha's sentences are based on my wife's, right? Her cooking skills are too.![]()
When we arrived we were welcomed with kitchen full of food. Kitchen, because there wasn't enough room on the dinning table to fit anything more. Freshly baked three loafs of bread, two soups, various meats in different forms of which I like the most breaded chicken breasts, meatballs in a sauce she ain't giving me recipe for
The second day we were basically eating everything she made on the first day. But, on the third day, she noticed. She noticed I am not a simple glutton, but a black hole capable of swallowing everything thrown at me. So, for the next week I was "guilty forced" into eating 5-6 freshly made different meals a day, because "It's going to waste if you won't eat it".
I ended up gaining around around 7 kilos within almost two weeks! I think I would gain more, but luckly there was quite a lot of work to be done around the house and smokehouse. And thier pets were also energy consuming.
Damn... now I'm hungry. I'm going to eat something. Cheers.
Edit 1.
No. I'm not fat.
Yes, my friend is somewhat fat. How he couldn't be with such a wife?