It Takes a Birthday to Get Me to Cook
For someone who loves to eat as much as I do, it may seem a bit odd that I hate cooking. I guess hate is a strong word, but I tend to avoid it. I tend to only cook ridiculously simple meals, or meals that are all prep and minimal monitoring (like baking, which I love). I do, however, enjoy cooking a bit more when it’s for someone else. This past Tuesday was my boyfriend, Pedro’s, 30th birthday, so I decided to do something special.
6:30 AM wakeup call = love
There has literally been ONE occasion since I became a freelancer that I got up as early as 6:30am without being on my way to the airport. Pedro’s birthday upped that tally to two. He has to leave for work no later than 7:50 and usually eats breakfast in the car, so I got up at 6:30 in the morning so I could make him a special birthday breakfast. The breakfast included eggs, bacon, and pancakes. I should also add that at the time I was on a juice cleanse, meaning I replaced all meals and snacks except dinner with juice, and could not enjoy any of the tasty breakfast I was making. Seriously, am I nice or what?
But I balanced out the kindness with a cruel joke
I can be very sweet when it comes to people I love, but I can be truly cruel at heart. In order to balance out this act of love, I played a serious prank on Pedro, using his birthday card.
Moving counter clockwise, that’s the front of the card inside of the card, and the back of the card. Pedro honestly believed I was pregnant. It was probably the best reaction to a card I have ever seen. For the record, I am not pregnant. The real present was a 4chan.org pass, hence the use of the meme.
Pedro figured the birthday breakfast was the end of the surprises, seeing as we had planned to go out for dinner. However, I love to bake, so I decided to prepare another surprise for when he got home from work. For some inexplicable reason, Pedro’s favorite cookie is a sugar cookie. This makes no sense to me, as I view every cookie as a sugar cookie. What’s the point of having the bare minimum? Alas, it was his birthday, not mine. I prepared a batch of sugar cookies, and spelled out a birthday message for him in icing.
So I’m done cooking for the month, right?
Pedro’s birthday is over, so he’s back on cooking duty. Unless he needs any eggs fried, noodles stirred, or meat dropped into a crockpot – he’s on his own.