my trifles were done just about the time, 15 minutes before our christmas feast started. oh my, i really want time to fly fast. i really want beomgyu to leave my house. am i too mean to say that?
"amen." said dad after he recited some prayers before our feast. the first thing that went to my mouth was mom's roasted turkey. it was juicy, like always. i agree when people said no one can ever defeats a mom's cooking.
"your trifle is good. i love it." beomgyu suddenly commented on my trifle. "why are you eating dessert first? ain't we supposed to eat our main course first?" i weirded out since it is something bizarre to do. plus, beomgyu is a person with a well knowledge of table etiquette.
"i was craving for it actually, and it tastes good. just like i prefer. i would say it's perfect. you can make it for me next time." he said and winked at me. i just gave him a disgusted face and said "no way."
"it's okay, if you don't want to make it for me. sell it, open a bakery or just open a store specialise in trifles. for sure there's somebody gonna buy it." he said, sounds so eager. maybe he really likes my trifle, maybe. but it's just a trifle.
