Tuesday, April 3, 2007

cooking disaster

ok so i'm not the best cook in the world. and here is why: i think i'm cursed!

i have a few things that i like to cook, but mostly i just make whatever. i slap something together and i call it a meal. (it makes me feel accomplished, dont judge) however, i have one meal that i am QUITE proud of that i make about every two weeks or so. this meal would be called chicken tetrazini. now, i'm not sure if thats how you actually spell it and at this point i am way too lazy to look it up, so we're just going to go with that. first of all, chicken tetrazini is my favorite meal IN THE WORLD. i would most definitely choose it for my last meal if i knew it was going to be my last meal. combined with texas toast, it is quite possibly a little slice of heaven. CT (which is how i will refer to it from this point on) consists of chicken, cream of mushroom soup, cheese, noodles, etc. it is made in the form of a "casserole." you may or may not have heard of "casserole" because it seems like no one makes casseroles these days.

anyway, i make this delicious meal about every two weeks. but somehow something goes wrong every single time. never with the actual food, but always with me. the last time i cooked CT it was awesome, perfect even. and what did i do? oh i forgot to put the rest of it in the refrigerator! so i ruined it. well, last night as i was boiling the chicken for the CT, something was in the burner from a previous cooking experience. it decided to burn and to smoke all over the kitchen and i somehow inhaled a HUGE amount of the smoke therefore burning my throat and lungs. i had a cough for the rest of the night and today i sound like a frog. i'm wearing green. how fitting!

2 comments:

thispresentsojourn said...

and i'm wearing black - the color of your lungs.

becki said...

1. I want to come over and eat said "CT."
2. I like that every picture of yours (as yet) consists of you taking the picture of yourself in a motor vehicle.
3. Sometimes I don't write comments because nothing I could say could POSSIBLY compare with the literary genius that has already emitted from your little typing fingers.