I hate cooking, you guys. Like, I always think I'll like it in theory, but in practice it's always disastrous.
Tonight for dinner I was making crunchy parmesan cheese chicken and pasta with vodka/tomato cream sauce.
I started cooking at 6:00, only to find that the onions I JUST BOUGHT were rotten. So I drove to my aunt's where she hooked me up with an onion, drove home, and began the chicken. I burnt the onions, undercooked the pasta, dirtied practically every dish in the kitchen, and finally finished what turned out to be a mediocre meal at 7:45.
Cooking? Is not my thing.
But I do have a Cadbury milk chocolate bar sitting next to me, so things are looking up.
I just realized there's a staple trapped under my -> key. Taxes.
Tonight for dinner I was making crunchy parmesan cheese chicken and pasta with vodka/tomato cream sauce.
I started cooking at 6:00, only to find that the onions I JUST BOUGHT were rotten. So I drove to my aunt's where she hooked me up with an onion, drove home, and began the chicken. I burnt the onions, undercooked the pasta, dirtied practically every dish in the kitchen, and finally finished what turned out to be a mediocre meal at 7:45.
Cooking? Is not my thing.
But I do have a Cadbury milk chocolate bar sitting next to me, so things are looking up.
I just realized there's a staple trapped under my -> key. Taxes.
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