i started a new gourmet kind of like Maria's except mine is called ghetto gourmet and this is how it works. you invite me to your house for tea, or a coffee if you can make a latté machiatto the way they do in germany. but then i say "i'm hungry" and you say "hmmm" and then i say "actually, i'm really hungry. don't you have anything to eat?" and since you're hosting, and i'm not, you oblige to cook me something but i say "better make it gourmet. i don't want beans straight up or anything like that. get gourmet on it, alright? put capers in it, maybe? or sprinkle fresh herbs on top. but if you really want to impress me, it not only has to look good, it better taste incredible?" and then i smile my wicked smile and you can't resist and while you're cooking up a feast i tell you that "you're my best friend ever" and "i'm going out for a cigarette, but yo, what do you got for dessert?" your jaw drops, but i don't see it drop, i'm half way outside, smoke dangling.
serious enquiries only.
photo: maria in the foreground cooking chocolate edibles, tonik, 2006
