He's a dentist, not a chef.

My friend, cell phone boy, has a perfect roommate. He's fun; he's cute; he's quiet; he's never home; he pays the rent on time. What more could you ask for?

Well maybe he could be a little tidier. And maybe, just maybe, he could be a better cook. It's not that his cooking is terrible; it's just rather ... generic. But it's really not his fault. You see, he's a heterosexual male. How can we expect him to handle meat in the kitchen if he doesn't have a lot of experience with it out of the kitchen?

Let's share a story, shall we? Cell phone boy and I were on our way out for dinner, so I stopped over to pick him up. As I entered their apartment, I could smell BBQ sauce, and was shocked that our cute straight friend was actually cooking something other than Kraft Dinner. I was so proud; I even shed a single tear.

"Marc, that smells great! What are you cooking?"
"Pasta!" was the reply.

Now, by all means, I'm not Martha Stewart, but I think I can hold my own in the kitchen. At least, I do know a little bit about mixing flavors. And I'm pretty sure Penne and Kraft BBQ sauce never should be on the same plate.

I think he must have seen the confused look on my face so he offered his explanation. "I thought I had more pasta sauce, but it turns out I only had a tiny bit left, so I just mixed it with BBQ sauce. They're both red-ish so I figured they would work together. Wanna try it?" Of course, how could I not have ever realized the true secret to mastering cooking? It has nothing to do with flavors, spices, proper timing. As long as the colours are the same, it all works out.

Well, this post is kinda like the cute hetero's cooking. It's just there, but it's not really meant to have a lot of substance. Being my first post, I'm really just trying to figure it all out. Not sure how to do much yet, so I'm just experimenting. If it doesn't turn out right, I'll just dump it in the organic compost heap and start over.

If all else fails, I'll just add a bit of cinnamon and see what happens.