That’s devotion. That’s love.

I myself actually made a roast chicken earlier this week. It’s a simple technique I learned from a Jamie Oliver cookbook where you stuff herbs and lemons under the skin itself. Yet it always impressed guests back in the States, and it’s one of my girlfriend’s favorite things for me to cook.

Actually, we were having a fight at the time, and I made the bird to piss her off. I knew she wanted it, but to eat it meant admission that she was sorry.

I love torturing with food.