I'm really impatient, so when I make a marinade for my chicken and it's all chillin' out in my fridge in a tupperware, I get antsy and I cook it after like, a half hour because I'm so curious to see what it's gonna taste like. And then more often than not, it's not that great because I didn't wait long enough for the complex flavas to set in.
This is a lot like how my sex life and relationships used to be in my early 20s.
Just sayin'.
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