poooo
I got home at 6:40 today from school. My mom doesn't like to cook dinner when it's past 6:45 or close to 7pm. That meant I had to fend for myself. Originally I was just going make red wine vinaigrette and eat salad but I remembered that we had leftover roasted chicken from 2 nights ago. Well, hungry ol' me decided to make chicken ciaccatore. The preparation and cooking wasn't a lot, just the amount of time it took to make everything annoyed me.
Then it turned out that I cooked food enough for 8 people. And it was only me eating dinner. Sometimes, that's usually how it goes in this house hold. When someone cooks, no one eats. When no one cooks, everyone is pissed off.
Our fridge was crammed with god knows what. A lot of veg and a pot filled with chicken stock and bones. The salad container was conveniently put away in the farthest corner of the fridge where I had to rearrange food around. Bad luck, the pot of chicken stock spilled and liquid+fat were doused on my pants. I tell ya, it was not a pleasant feeling. Spilled chicken stock (!) and soiled pants... ugh.
Here's the photo anyway.
Then it turned out that I cooked food enough for 8 people. And it was only me eating dinner. Sometimes, that's usually how it goes in this house hold. When someone cooks, no one eats. When no one cooks, everyone is pissed off.
Our fridge was crammed with god knows what. A lot of veg and a pot filled with chicken stock and bones. The salad container was conveniently put away in the farthest corner of the fridge where I had to rearrange food around. Bad luck, the pot of chicken stock spilled and liquid+fat were doused on my pants. I tell ya, it was not a pleasant feeling. Spilled chicken stock (!) and soiled pants... ugh.
Here's the photo anyway.