Can a man survive in the immaculate kitchen of a cooking school when there are two women present to taunt him at each and every squeaky turn of the pasta flattener thingy?
This is, as they say, the blooper reel. I cherish the comment: I am a man and I’m wondering: Why is this man acting like such a jerk?????
Sometimes, it’s the way things work out.
Thanks to Flavor of Italy for allowing me to express myself jerkishly. It’s Wendy’s kitchen, and she can yell at me all she wants. It’s Martha I’m mad at.