Expectation:
Reality:
Broccoli, pepper, and cheese omelet. Didn’t quite pan out (pardon the pun). Things fell out. Not a bad taste. Had to scrap my first attempt (eating it as my scrambled breakfast tomorrow). I ate most of the steamed broccoli on the side, separately. I shouldn’t think so hard next time.
Leftovers from taco night. ‘Nuf said.
¡El noche de los tacos!
Had all the ingredients, and even defrosted el carne (See?! I’m learning!).
Los ingredientes dijo, pon agua, pero, yo pensaba que eso fue un poco extraño. Yo use el sabor de taco desde un caja. Yo espero que mi carne fue caliente. Una compañera de cuarto dije, “Pon las tortillas dentro del microwave, para calor. Pero en lugar de 20 segundos, yo cocine las tortillas por 2 minutos. Fueron un poquito negro. Ay dios mio.
El final- una ensalada de los tacos. ¡OLE!
Expectation:
Reality:
“Waking up too early, making banana pancakes…”
Hopes of a relaxed, early afternoon brunch of banana pancakes were charred today.
Friends and I woke up with with hungry bellies, so I wanted to help make breakfast. Bisquick shake’n pour- cool invention! No measuring required. Sounded like I was capable of doing that. I added water and some chopped bananas, then shook to mix, just like directions said. My biggest fear was incorrectly flipping the flapjacks, because a funny looking hotcake just won’t do. That should have been the least of my worries.
With no griddle in sight, I got out the frying pans, turned on the heat, put the pans on the stove top, then tried to butter them. The minute that stick of butter hit the hot surface, FLAMES ERUPTED and then the pan started to SMOKE. Visions of a burning house, of stopping dropping and rolling, and Smokey the Bear angrily shaking his finger at me danced before my eyes. My first inclination was to pour water into the pan, but some miraculous force stopped me from doing the worst possible thing in that situation. Instead, I ran outside with my smoking pan, coughing along the way. The batter wasn’t even in the skillet and I had already screwed up breakfast.
I deferred to the Kitchen Captain and followed her orders from then on out, taking full pouring and flipping orders from her. But when we went to pour the last pancake, powder come out. Turns out I didnt’t mix it that well. This endeavor was doomed from the start.
What can I say, Jack? I tried.
Summer time means the grills are on full blast! Friends cooked the cheeseburgers, boiled the corn on the cob, and seasoned the french fries. I peeled potatoes. Many hands make light work :) Meals made by many hands taste better than solo plights.
Headed out of town for the weekend, need some dinner on the go with the ingredients in the fridge - peanut butter sandwich. See you later, alligator!
I was rushing to get out of the house on Thursday to meet some friends in town, but instead of sucummbing to an invitation to eat out, I decided to persevere and cook for myself. I selected something that I thought would be “quick” and “easy”- frying up one of the turkey burgers that I had made the week before. It wasn’t quite as quick or easy as I had hoped. And the burger looked more like a square with rounded edges. Once again I didn’t thaw it before hand, so I used by new nuking trick to defrost the hockey puck in the microwave. It still took forever to get rid of all the pink in the middle, but eventually I slapped that patty onto a plate, blobbed some BBQ sauce on it, and called it a day. Since I’m also aiming for nutrition, I had a side of salad from a bag, with oil and vinegar on top. I made it out the door much later than I had anticipated, so my plan backfired. Haste makes waste, but not a scrap was wasted on my hungry tummy.
Uggghghghgh. That’s how a big blob of pasta sitting in your stomach feels.
Ambition: Bowtie Pasta with broccoli and tomatoes.
I didn’t know you had to cook the broccoli first. I accidentally poured water into the frying pan.
Actuality: Unintenional al dente bowties with veggie mush on top.
Results: Inedible. Turned the leftover pasta into buttered noodles with parm cheese, because even I cannot mess that one up.
Very frustrated because, once again, the product did not match the image in my head.
Silver Lining- Roommate said that I am learning by trial and error and that is good. Thank you for your optimism!
This chef is out for the night. RIP Wednesday dinner.