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! 

“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. 

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. 

Roommate dinner tonight, with a Spanish flair- quesadillas!

I decided on a vegetarian meal tonight, mostly because I didn’t feel like cooking meat. 

Ingredients: cheese, onion, tomato, green bell pepper, and the leftover boil-in-a-bag rice. 

I forgot to put the onions in one quesadilla. In the other, I forgot to add rice. I think its a sign of old age. The ‘dillas never really melted together that well, but the cheese got nice and gooey, so I called it done. 

In the process, Burnt my knuckle on the rim of the fryng pan. I think it might blister. Battle scars. 

Sometimes you get burned when you play with fire. That is a risk I’m just going to have to take.

P.S. Must remember to wear play-clothes while in the circus as to avoid the stains that now mar my clothing. 

Come one, come all to the greatest show on earth! Er, well maybe just this city block.

Move aside, Barnum & Bailey. Heads up, Ringling. There’s a new circus in town - the Kitchen Circus. 

The main attraction? Throwing a novice lion tamer into the cage. This girl has no flair for flavor, not one ounce of culinary skill. Can this cooking zero tame the vicious beast? 

This will chronicle my adventures in the kitchen as I step into the main ring- cooking for myself, by myself, for one whole summer. Successes, disasters (of which I highly suspect there will be more of), grocery store skirmishes, leftover lethargy, and all other culinary exploits shall be documented, in detail.

Let the show begin :)