*contentious*
Here is a tale of infidelity, Victorian authors and culinary disasters; My missus is German and an accomplished cook. She also occasionally forgets the English word for things and so reverts to the German. When I was younger, I was ruthlessly unfaithful to her and either she didn't know or care or she has chosen to forgive me but she has never chastised me for it. I havent done it in ages which is why I have the following treasured possession of those bygone naughty days. I would insensitively talk to my mistress of my missuses culinary prowess and it became a bone of contention with her so one day I urged her to cook me something the equal of my missuses and bring it to one of our dangerous liaisons. She took the challenge and asked me what I would like. I told her my favourite author was Edgar Allen Poe and I was very fond of a little treat the missus made which she had discovered whilst reading 'The Murders In The Rue Morgue' where a page had been marked by a recipe from a magazine. I gave my mistress the recipe and encouraged her to present it to me at our next meeting. She did and it was vile, not that I told her that but when my missus makes them to this day they still bring me a frisson of those bygone days when I was younger, hornier and given to subduing women to my whims;

ah yes, I am very fond of her 'Mistress-urged Poe's essen'
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Thu 15 May 2008, 15:00, 1 reply)

Bravo old chap
I like.
(Bicycle Repairman "you're also a bit of a wanker", Thu 15 May 2008, 15:03, closed)