schvetybetty

I've been in a black humour lately, and just whupped. So, James decided to make me dinner, AND do the dishes. Yes. I know, it could be a trick, but, hey, it's a good trick.
This is what he made, after a quick run to the Kroghetto:
Chicken breasts stuffed with country-ham, onions, and neufchatel.
Carmelized turnips and parsnips...mmm.
Cheese Grits!
On top of it all was a sauce of mango and carmelized onion with scallions.
I ate every morsel. It was soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Fucking.
Good.
He has a Renaissance cookbook, which describes this sort of cooking as 'eating white'; medieval comfort food. Hell, Yes.
Before he did all this, he brought Lydia a bike, and helped her learn to ride it.
It might be a very sincere trick.
He is a bad man. And I do mean Bad.