My face twisted when my taste bud touched the spoon of lasagna prepared by truly yours, Gladys Marie Catamisan. I ran to the sink and spit the lasagna, I sighed.. I followed what Mom had told me but it still tasted awful. I looked at the steak, still sighing I cut a small portion and my face contorted when the meat was fighting against my knife, the hell with this steak when I did follow the twenty minutes oven cooked.
I shook my head and tapped my phone and saw the time, it was past three in the afternoon and yet I hadn’t have some food for the dinner, I skipped work today so I could cook for my Coffee bear. As today is our fifth monthsary and so far so smooth the relationship we have, he’s still sweet and very domestic when it comes to everything. Yeah, he did almost my house chores
