As I said in my introduction, I am a pretty terrible cook. But sometimes (very very rarely), being a horrible cook pays off. I recently entered a contest for a free wedding in Jamaica in which I had to write a short essay about my first date with my fiance (or how we met). I decided to write about how, on our first date, we nearly suffocated each other. I guess the judges liked the story, and now Hillary and I are finalists. If anybody is interested, the full story is linked below. And if by some chance you think that a lifetime of dealing with my horrible cooking is a steep enough price to pay for a free wedding in Jamaica, please vote for us!
Edited by novicecook - 7/15/10 at 10:41pm