The kitchen gods were out to get me tonight.
It started off with my chicken. I put a chicken in the oven to bake, and after an hour and a half, it was still raw. Not only was it still raw, the TOP of it was still raw. So how, after an hour and a half in 375F oven, is a chicken still raw on top? Stupid oven. So I tried flipping the chicken over because maybe the top coils weren't heating. And then rice flew everywhere because the chicken was stuffed with rice. *Sigh* I ended up cooking the stupid chicken for another 45 minutes or so, and then just stuck it in the fridge (after cooling, of course) because I was sick of dealing with the chicken.
In the meantime, I got so fed up with the chicken (and was starving by this point) that I decided to just eat ramen and peanut butter on toast. That's the most "broke college student" meal I've eaten since I moved to Birmingham. And the kitchen gods were working against me on this too. My stupid hot water machine apparently stopped working sometime between wednesday and today. So I had to boil water the old fashioned way. And there must have been some gunk either on the burner or the pot or something because it smelled like something was burning.
Then I tried to get some orange juice. I shook it up, and *poof* orange juice all over the floor. Stupid lid wasn't on tightly. I guess that's partially my fault, but it took place in the kitchen, so kitchen gods.
Even my Haagen-Dazs was like softserve.
Oh well. At least Chris O'Donnell was on Grey's Anatomy tonight.
In the meantime, I got so fed up with the chicken (and was starving by this point) that I decided to just eat ramen and peanut butter on toast. That's the most "broke college student" meal I've eaten since I moved to Birmingham. And the kitchen gods were working against me on this too. My stupid hot water machine apparently stopped working sometime between wednesday and today. So I had to boil water the old fashioned way. And there must have been some gunk either on the burner or the pot or something because it smelled like something was burning.
Then I tried to get some orange juice. I shook it up, and *poof* orange juice all over the floor. Stupid lid wasn't on tightly. I guess that's partially my fault, but it took place in the kitchen, so kitchen gods.
Even my Haagen-Dazs was like softserve.
Oh well. At least Chris O'Donnell was on Grey's Anatomy tonight.