Love the pic,
Euro !!
I'm quite good in the kitchen (and even better in other rooms) so count me in...even if it's just peeling forty pounds of potatoes. I can also peel bacon cans, open maple syrup bottles and I never burn water.
I'll sit happily on the porch and watch the majestic herds of wildebeests as they roam across the valley floor, content with a bottomless pitcher of cocktail (hmmm...whiskey sour !!), peeler in hand and conversation babbling like the nearby brook, where
Kevy will be constructing the raft of love dolls and gaffing tape. We shall christen it with champagne, and also crack a bottle of it on the raft.
We can go on walks - and we might see some bears...or even some animals.
The flowers might be out, so
Not Afraid can climb a tree and get us some honey, whilst the rest of the women-folk pick the saffron from thousands of crocuses, and we blokes talk about car engines. We'll then dye our bed sheets yellow and commune with nature, as I know you like the whole Indian thing.
Bacon Curry - yum.
Then I'll stop dreaming and clean the dishes...
Love and hugs,
The Stoat XXX.