guilty pleasure that we're not so guilty about.
we wake up early on school days to have breakfast together.
(okay, so maybe this usually means i'm in the bathroom getting ready while you're in the kitchen making waffles. or burnt pancakes. or your 'specialty' french toast. but you always set the table and you never forget the chocolate chips. thank you, denlen.)
we pretend we're chefs and plan grocery trips together and then spend hours in the kitchen every night trying to make something edible.
we talk about adopting orphan babes from asia.
we go out for veggie burgers.
we make fancy chocolate cake for ourselves every other week.
en lenven yen.