Sex and Jambalaya
Nov 4 · 1 min read
A recipe for love

Spicy steam rose from the bowl of rice, sausage, venison, chicken, shrimp and crab. “I love you,” he whispered. “Marry me?”
Years pass.
He took a bite of his tuna sandwich, swallowed. “You know I married you for your jambalaya.”
“That’s okay,” I shrugged. “I married you for the sex.”


