or as they say down South, spoilt rottun.
And that is me, fine friends, that is me.
I is spoilt rottun.
And so is Somanna.
We discovered this whilst I hobnobbed it up with NYC’s finest and he kicked it with sum sassy kittehs in NC.
Upon my arrival in NYC, it occurred to me, and thus inducing a slight panic attack, that I had forgotten to pack one very important item: my personal photographer.
Luckily, Somanna had packed for me a camera complete with a spare set of batteries. I in turn had packed for him a weekend’s worth of homemade chilli and stocked the fridge and cabinets with various edible substances.
Too bad I had to call home and ask how to work the camera. As in generally operate the device, so as to produce an image commonly referred to as a “picture”
Somanna in turn inquired how to cook rice.
Some cross training is in order here folks. Yes indeedy.
**Somanna would like me to note that the rice cooker we own is a biyatch to operate and does not follow your normal rice ratios.