Last night my boyfriend’s father came into town. I decided I would cook dinner to score some points. This was a huge undertaking since I was primarily focused on trying not say “fuck” as much (really difficult) and trying to seem endearing (even more difficult). Escaping into the kitchen felt like a safe haven from being my massively inappropriate yet charming self. I made roasted broccoli, a Kale Caesar and Chicken Piccata. My camera man/cinematographer was at the driving range so I decided to film some of the process by myself. I think the footage has a very Blair Witch Project feel and I’m pretty proud (not proud).
Oy vey. Killer montage at the end- not my best work.