Fist up, the first time I've ever seen John cook (re-heating soup in the microwave or making a bowl of Cheerios doesn't count). A few weeks ago I had a craving for fried plantains, so I went out and bought a nice looking plantain. John told me I needed to wait for it to turn black so the plantain would be nice and sweet. So I waited, and waited, and waited... By the time it was black, it had been sitting on my windowsill for three weeks and I was scared to even touch it, let alone fry it up and eat it. John was not so squeamish and did the cooking for me:
He wouldn't let me take a picture of him actually cooking these, as he was doing it in his underwear. I made him taste the first one. After waiting a few minutes and he didn't drop dead or turn green, I tasted one. Even though they were a little burned, they were still awesome! Next time I think we'll add a little garlic. Yummy.
Last, after a temporary lapse in judgment, I let Alex watch an episode of Barney. He's really been into dinosaurs lately, I thought he'd get a kick out of watching the big purple dinosaur. Sadly, I was right:
It won't happen again.
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