101 reasons why I loved you // l.h // ON HOLD

week 14

reason #14 (your cooking)

dear luke,

this is the fourteenth reason of 101 why I loved you.

I wouldn't say you were the best cook, but you could cook some great meals. it was never about how it tasted with you, it was more about the fact that I was in your company eating something that you had spent your time on just for me.

you used to cook me dinner every Sunday, tacos, to be exact. you used to say that you were a shït cook but you could make a mean taco. and you weren't wrong. you would burn food constantly, always 'fücking it up' as you used to say. with tacos, it was pretty effortless, yet you also managed not to burn the ground beef and forget to add the taco seasoning to the meat itself.

my parents laughed when you cooked them dinner for the first time. you wore my baby pink apron with yellow sunflowers on it that barely went over your broad shoulders (which resulted in slight tears that you giggled at).

you ran around in your black socks on the tiled floor, cursing when you stepped on a piece of glass and you pouted your lip as I pulled it out from your toe, kissing me afterwards for helping to "save your toe from possible amputation."

you had cooked spaghetti that night, much to my amusement, and you only burnt the noodles twice, which resulted in me having to pick up more noodles from the local store and return home to find that you were sat on the couch with my dad drinking a beer and the pasta sauce was completely forgotten in the kitchen, the red liquid bubbling and splashing onto the white backsplash as I screamed to get your 6 foot ass into the kitchen before I went ballistic.

the dinner ended up being made primarily by me, as I had to wipe down the back of the stove and wall, and you mainly stirred the sauce as I made the noodles for the third time and put the bread in the oven.

when I brought the plate of food to my parents, you pouted at me and I rolled my eyes and told them, with a huff, that you had made the dinner completely by yourself, and that it was me that had attempted to the first time and had went through 2 packages of noodles in the process.

ultimately they bought it, and ever since then they came over for dinner every Saturday night (usually spaghetti) and even invited a few family members as it was "so good they had to try it" to which I grumbled a few curse words under my breath for making my parents think you could cook when you couldn't even make a bowl of cereal without getting milk down the front of your pants and a cheerio half bitten and put on the opposite side of your lip ring, to which you would giggle and say "my lip ring's got a twin."

I didn't date you for your cooking, especially didn't marry you for it either. I married you because you tried your hardest in everything you did, including cooking. yes, you made me broke nearly every time you tried to cook because I had to buy triple the amount needed for one recipe, but it was the fact that you had tried and tried when it came to every meal until you got it perfect that mattered most to me.

that was reason 14 of 101 why I loved you.

love, amanda