Thursday, March 26, 2009

On my own, pretending you're beeeside me

Dear Dennis,

In the absense of Jules and Pascal, I have become a vrai chef. Last night I prepared couscous with a stir-fry sauce. Tonight I made pasta with a stir-fry sauce. With my not so modest addition of Moroccan Chili Spices, they both taste exactly the same.

Love,
Cosette

3 comments:

megan leafblad said...

...all alone, I walk with Den till morning.

In middle school (and HS if I am honest) when no one was home I used to play this song on my piano and sing my lungs out. It just rang so true, I really felt it in my little tween heart. Next trip home I'll take you out to my Dad's house and we can sing it together.

Did you use up that eggplant?

Miss you. mml

Megan Marion said...

Eggplant is gone. Cooking for two because I am buying veggies for two so I am eating for two. All because jooj is easier to say than wahad. RAK is airport code. You have one month to get here and I know you can do it.

Can we sing Do you hear the people, also?

megan leafblad said...

i got worried for a sec that you were having a petite les soerus miserables. (i am sure that isn't right, but a little megan)

we can do an entire Les Mis medley.