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Today, I'm up by telling my roommate I loved his cooking. Sophia, do you like my cooking? I don't think I've ever eaten anything that I've cooked. I thought I had some peppers. Nope. I didn't eat those. What about to find out then? So, electric cookie says, so a few weeks ago, I woke up to a wonderful surprise. My roommate made me an omelet and brought it to me at my desk.

Aw. Cookie says, so a few weeks ago, I woke up to a wonderful surprise. My roommate made me an omelet and brought it to me at my desk.

Aww. That's really sweet. I was really happy that they went out of their way to cook for me. However, when I took a bite, I was in for a surprise. It was a cold omelet with horseradish swish, horse radish,ins, and prunes. What? It was disturbingly gross. I couldn't even swallow one bite. I really couldn't eat it. Later in the day,

my roommate came back to ask how it was. I was mostly distracted with work, so I just said that

I was thankful he cooked for me. Because he doesn't cook a lot, I thought that I wouldn't have to address the abomination, and we'd just go back to usual. Well, he took the positive encouragement and has started experimenting with all kinds of weird flavor combinations. This morning, I woke up to a garlic cheese and dried cranberries omelet, and it was even worse than the first. No one does it sound as bad though?

Just like dry cranberries? But it doesn't sound that bad. It doesn't sound the cheese. I feel like the prunes one. Yeah. I felt like I'm, I feel like I'm in too deep at this point. I don't have the heart to tell them that I don't even like omelets. I just like plain scrambled eggs. I just like plain scrambled eggs. Edit. Holy cow, this blew up. Just sending

in love and good vibes to all. May all your food be tasty and all your roommates be as nice as mine.

But may they be much, much, much, much better cooks. Okay, real quick. Yes. And there is an update.

How do you tell your roommate, I don't like your cooking. Yeah. I don't know. I don't know if you can. You just like kind of, because I did make something for Christian once. Yeah. And I know it was not the best because I ate it and I was like, this is horrible. But I just wanted to see what he would say. But he was very nice and didn't say anything about it. See, my thing is I always tell, I always set expectations. I'm like, I'm so sorry.

Like, if I taste it, I always set expectations.

I'm like, I'm so sorry.

Like, if I tasted it, I'm like, this is not that good.

I'm so sorry.

Ah, I see. I see. It just hurts whenever you think he did a great job and you didn't. Like my brother. Yeah. I love my brother. sometimes he'll cook for me and like he'll put a little bit too much seasoning on it and I'm like yo

this is a lot of seasoning.

But like, he's like, oh, this is great.

But we've talked it through. Yeah. It's just such a weird conversation to have. Yeah. Because they did something nice for you. Yeah. I guess for me, I always know when my cooking tastes bad. So I just fix it. But like, like if someone else cooks for you and you were like, not a fan.

Oh, and I wasn't a fan.

I would, I wouldn't say anything.

I would just be like that. just fix it next time. Like if someone else cooks it for you and you were like not a fan. Oh,

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