Chicken Rice

I am emailing Butta
chatting about ye olde days
when I say
"Man I am craving chicken rice, I think I'll make some"

So I walk down to the butcher
buy some free-range chicken
come back home and potter about for half and hour
saute-ing garlic, shallots and rice in creamy fat of chicken
(its all about the rice man)
then sit down to a super-good meal

YM comes home from school
and I tell him there's some in the oven
he swoops upon it, telling me it is so so so good
'better than sushi' (and he loves his sushi)

I am beaming.

Just before lunch the next day
(and before leaving to meet her for the weekend)
I send my cousin in London the picture above
expecting a "Bitch, that was mean!"
Instead I got a
"Right you're making that tomorrow or Sunday, your choice."