I'll Stay Babe (Zayn Malik)

I'll Stay Babe

Hey I just met you,

And this is crazy,

But here's my number,

So call me maybe.

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Cooking. Was. My. Life.

Honestly, it made me so happy. I could honestly be dieing and I would be all peachy if I could be cooking. Maybe that was a bit of an exageration but not by far. Anything from Swedish Meatballs to Crème brûlée to Conquito. I could do it all. Whenever I found a new recipe BAM! Christmas morning like never before.

In a typical household, Mummy is the Queen of the kitchen, Daddio takes care of bills, and the kids are the kids. And you might have a dog or some pet. In my household, I was the cook/chef, Mother dearest was the gardener and tax attorny (very diverse in her hobbies), my father did the cleaning (a bit of a neat freak) and my brother was the football maniac. And we had no dog because my Mum was alergic.

What I'm getting at is, I adored cooking. Home Economics in highschool was my forté and my highest grade besides Calc. I was surprisingly good at Calc. Instead of coming home and checking Twitter, which sadly I always forgot about Twitter, I'd go look up a new recipe or define an old recipe or create my own. Basically my childhood consisted of ovens and knives instead of crayons and balloons.

When I graduated highschool, I went off to a college of the arts that specilized in cooking cuisine. In London. Great, right? Duh, stupid. I guess what the whole point of my shveil on cooking was that it led me to a certain place where I met someone. Somone who made my heart become a gymnast, made my stomach have an infestation of butterflies, and made my eyes soften like a piece of butter on a crisp warm slice of toast.

Someone that loved my quirks and my love of cooking. Someone that let me be Sofia Thanos.