Today I was having a semi-stressful day at work, and then I see Martin’s email where he’s completely mad and pissed off.
It made me giggle! keke.
He was at his buddy’s place and they had started the grill on the patio. Over the weekend, Martin had visited his Oma in Thüringen, where he brought back some famous Thüringen Bratwurst.
The best way to eat this bratwurst is by grilling it. Martin doesn’t have a grill at home so had been pan frying the bratwurst instead, and was excited to finally grill the things properly. Just thinking about it made his mouth water.
Then, something happened that dashed his hopes and dreams.
Apparently there is some rule where you can’t grill on Tuesdays (!), so his buddy’s next door neighbours threatened to call the police if they didn’t turn the grill off ASAP.
Uh oh, this is bad! Very very bad.
Martin hates rules and hates authority, and also can’t stand not having food prepared correctly. I once took him out for wonton noodle soup and he didn’t eat a single wonton, because the meat inside was boiled instead of pan fried or grilled. Martin thinks meat stinks if it’s boiled, and I guess I can’t fault him for that since I think so too (although I’m a vegetarian and think all meat stinks – no matter how it’s prepared or if it’s raw!).
Reading Martin’s email today made me feel better, and I just wanted to spend the day cooing at his cute face and calling him “Poor thing”! Awwww….
I have the cutest boyfriend in the world!
