Heartbreak

I remember the first time I lost my woman to chicken tetrazzini. It was heart-breaking. The first time always is. But after the next few times I just kinda came to realize that, when it comes to chicken tetrazzini, love is helpless. I’m sure this poor woman will learn the same thing.

(Meanwhile, this other woman ought to holler at Gordon Ramsey and get on Hell’s Kitchen, cause she’s obviously got mad skills in the cooking department.)