In any family, you’re gonna have differences between siblings. That’s just the way it is, and the way it’s always been. Some are gonna be good at some things, some are good at others. My brother and I are both pretty good at partying, but that’s about where the similarities stop. He’s shorter and skinny, I’m fat. He ran track, I’m fat. You get the picture.
Anyhow, with that being said, you can probably guess which one of us has the dope skills in the kitchen. At my house, it’s Blackened Chicken Pesto Penne. At his house, it’s Blackened Chicken Nugget. Matter of fact, I think those drunk asses cooked last night:
This is a damn shame. Matter of fact, I’m embarrassed to put this out there, but it has to be done. Complimentary cheffing lesson next time I roll thru.