Several people in my real life have heard me bragging that someone in my husband's office paid me to make a dish for him. He said he likes my cooking (and he has a wife that lives here, so it IS a little strange).
I blew this WAY out of proportion, of course, because this was an opportunity for me to stroke my own ego. I've been tormenting my husband with threats now. "You can never leave me because other people think I'm a great cook!" "Other men want me. You know, because I'm such a good cook." "I'm going to leave you because you keep leaving your clothes by the door to the garage. And I'm a great cook."
I've also threatened to start my own catering business (or coworking business if you follow me on Twitter, mainly because I'm a little bit stupid). I went on and on. "People PAY me." "I could do this for a living." "I'll have a little Mexican catering business. Can you imagine the business I will get?"
My husband, totally unimpressed, said "You can't cater Mexican food. You're not Mexican."
To which I said, "LIAR! I am SO Mexican. I grew up in Texas!"
He said, "Yeah, all Australians who grow up in Texas, automatically become MEXICAN. It's in the Constitution."
So see, I was right. I AM Mexican.
Who wants enchiladas?
The things we leave behind.
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