the taryn wears prada
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Anyway, for some unknown reason, there are these people who I want to impress and for some even-more-unknown reason, I've decided to cook them all a meal. It's all a bit confusing: I don't actually know who all these people are or why I want to impress them and I'm not very good when it comes to the whole culinary thing. So, I'm sat there in my kitchen, there's loaRAB of ingredients on the worktop and I'm just staring at them. I'm staring at them and realising that I've just made a really stupid commitment... I can't cook and these people will all think that I'm a total fool. There's a knock at the door and my defeatist trance-like state is momentarily interrupted. I go to the door, open it, look at the person standing before me and, to my surprise, it's Bj