When Grandma cooks

[aneas]

So my grandma made me Gazpacho today. It's my favourite summer dish, because it's kind of the perfect mix between healthy and delicious. It's pure perfection and I swear I can feel all its vitamins making me healthier, stronger, taller, brightening my skin and even whitening my teeth.

I'm not exaggerating. Much.


I love when it's creamy and you can eat it with dicey vegetables as a summer soup.




And I love it when it's smooth and you can drink it like a cocktail.



I love Gazpacho so much, that we even had it in our wedding, a Strawberry's Gazpacho Sorbet as first course. It was delicious.

I know, I know. This post has no relevance whatsoever, but I wanted to share my happiness with you, guys. My Grandma cooks heavenly and I'm full of gazpacho and happiness right now!

Comments

[aneas]

Stop trying to do things make sense, woman! This is fic-land, where distances are relative, fangirls frolic on the angst and traffic-jams happen on a whim, not only in LA.

I'm glad to be of service. I want Kris to be happy, but I also want Adam to suffer a little. Does it make me a bad person? Because I don't really care. I want Adam to suffer because courting Kris is the most alien experience for him. Normally it only involves flashing the guy a smile, but now he has to think and plan and he's not used to it. He has to be interesting, not only sound interesting.

We fangirls love tense silences in the car. I say if your Kris doesn't want to talk, then you run with it and make Adam fill the silence babbling like a madman.