Post by trinity on Jun 21, 2006 7:13:58 GMT -4
ever have one of those "you might as well" moments? This is an email I wrote to a friend a while ago.
So tonight I decided when I got up "Hmm, I think I'll throw on one or two of those chicken breasts I bought." I figured I would whip up some instant mashed or have a sandwich or two off them. After hacking the package in half with a ginsu knife, I was ready to go. While they were thawing in the mic, I thought "Hmm, I have some cream of chicken soup. You know, I could pour that over the chicken. Nice." I opened the fridge to get a drink. This was my downfall. I saw the one onion and a few mushrooms lying there. I thought, well, might as well, you know, the Five Servings per Day thing. So when I picked up the shrooms I noticed the slightly wilted head of lettuce, the radish and carrots. "Salad! What a great idea.! might as well use the stuff up before it rots" As I was dicing the onion, it occurred to me that I might like a little pasta. Whilst I was rooting in the cupboard for pasta, I found a box of instant chocolate pudding cake that read "Mix and bake in ONE step!". "What's one more container to wash when you have a dishwasher?" Stay tuned, the choc cake has a cameo a bit later. I opened the fridge again to get some milk and was attacked by the Pillsbury flaky rolls. So I'm now cooking chicken, pasta and rolls, along with choc cake and salad, all just for me, when I started out just baking a chicken breast to make a sandwich. All in the name of "You might as well." Usually a recipe for disaster. I slightly overcooked the pasta, but no matter. The choc cake however was another story. It seems between the boiling over pasta and the burning flaky rolls, I misread the directions-somehow I missed the line that said to pour ANOTHER
1 1/2 cups of boiling water over the cake after mixing. I noticed this after the cake had been in the oven about 23 of the 25 minutes. So as I said, I created the chocolate doorstop. Debating right now whether the glass pan is worth cleaning. It's my Mothers after all, like I care. As if she'd notice if I sold all her dishware to the gypsies, since she moved out and didn't take anything.
After all this, my stomach rebelled after a small helping of pasta, one tiny chicken breast and half a bowl of salad. I guess it had grown unused to hot food on a china plate eaten with utensils.
So tonight I decided when I got up "Hmm, I think I'll throw on one or two of those chicken breasts I bought." I figured I would whip up some instant mashed or have a sandwich or two off them. After hacking the package in half with a ginsu knife, I was ready to go. While they were thawing in the mic, I thought "Hmm, I have some cream of chicken soup. You know, I could pour that over the chicken. Nice." I opened the fridge to get a drink. This was my downfall. I saw the one onion and a few mushrooms lying there. I thought, well, might as well, you know, the Five Servings per Day thing. So when I picked up the shrooms I noticed the slightly wilted head of lettuce, the radish and carrots. "Salad! What a great idea.! might as well use the stuff up before it rots" As I was dicing the onion, it occurred to me that I might like a little pasta. Whilst I was rooting in the cupboard for pasta, I found a box of instant chocolate pudding cake that read "Mix and bake in ONE step!". "What's one more container to wash when you have a dishwasher?" Stay tuned, the choc cake has a cameo a bit later. I opened the fridge again to get some milk and was attacked by the Pillsbury flaky rolls. So I'm now cooking chicken, pasta and rolls, along with choc cake and salad, all just for me, when I started out just baking a chicken breast to make a sandwich. All in the name of "You might as well." Usually a recipe for disaster. I slightly overcooked the pasta, but no matter. The choc cake however was another story. It seems between the boiling over pasta and the burning flaky rolls, I misread the directions-somehow I missed the line that said to pour ANOTHER
1 1/2 cups of boiling water over the cake after mixing. I noticed this after the cake had been in the oven about 23 of the 25 minutes. So as I said, I created the chocolate doorstop. Debating right now whether the glass pan is worth cleaning. It's my Mothers after all, like I care. As if she'd notice if I sold all her dishware to the gypsies, since she moved out and didn't take anything.
After all this, my stomach rebelled after a small helping of pasta, one tiny chicken breast and half a bowl of salad. I guess it had grown unused to hot food on a china plate eaten with utensils.