Remember when I said that I could make chocolate bread pudding that would make any man want to marry me? At this point, that is just a theory, as I’ve only served it to a)women and b)married men. I mean, bread pudding isn’t really something you can bust out on a date.
Waitress: And would either of you care to see the dessert menu?
Date: I don’t know, what do you think — Erin? Hey! Where are you going?
Erin: Hold on, I brought dessert! I just need to grab my bread pudding out of the car. Can you run back to the kitchen and find an open oven? Set it to 350 please. Thanks! And make sure they have vanilla ice cream!
Not awkward at all. Second date would be booked by the third bite (his third, not mine, I’d be on my second bowl by then… amateur). Continue reading