I’m hooked on a new cooking show, Chuck’s Day Off. I feel like Chuck has more energy than naturally possible and has probably been dipping a little too far into the sugar sac but I don’t judge anything in packaging as delicious as his. The show is drool inducing, from the stuffed fried zucchini flowers to Chuck’s muscular tattooed forearms.
Each tantalizing minute of each mouth watering episode is entrancing.
I’ve been fantasizing for weeks about wrapping my lips around his Kimchi Crab Spring Rolls (after I veganize the crab bit of course…).
And then tonight, tonight I saw this in the metro:
After which, I melted into a puddle of pathetic and cooed shamelessly “awwww… he gives blood?”.
I’ve had blood transfusions you know, and Chuck is from Montreal, he even has restaurants here.
Oh! My God! Imagine if he had the same exact rare blood type as me and one of my transf.. Okay no, I’ll stop.
But only because I have to go start writing my resignation letter to my boss, to free up some stalking time and also to call a girl who knows a guy who might know Chuck, and see if she can hook me up…
I’ll keep you posted. Naturally…