Once upon a time, there was a girl named “Jamie” with the
last name “Cook.” She was perfectly
happy living her life as a bachelorette and eating Cherrios for breakfast,
lunch, and dinner when not out dining with her lady friends. In a not-so-far land, there lived a dashing
boy named “David.” Unlike Jamie, David was
comfortable playing chef. He cooked at
home often and was more likely to spend his money boozing with his man
friends.
As fate would have it, the two met at a bar one night. After a tireless pursuit David convinced Jamie they were meant to be. Many days passed and many delicious meals
were shared, (along with one or two that were admittedly dreadful) until the
most important dinner. David had decided
to make Ms. Cook his missus and was prepared to seal the deal with a monumental
meal.
Like they say in the story books, “The rest was history, and
they lived happily ever after,” or something like that. Jamie Cook was no longer a Cook, but luckily
she married one and has been indulging in wonderful meals prepared mostly by
her husband, David, ever since.
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