And dammit, I think I'm still hungry.
So, after all that, I finally got to the moment where I said "Fuck it!" and tried to eat it. Ladies and gentlemen, the final result of all that blood, sweat, and tears is... an enormous casserole dish full of really lumpy mashed potatoes with bits of ground turkey and carrot lost in it. Seriously, if I'd been out for something like that, I would have just gone to KFC.
One of these days, I'm going to reward myself for cooking for myself by cooking something really good for once. At which point I will be motivated to continue trying, especially if it means I'm able to turn on my oven or my stove without setting off the freaking smoke alarm. Until then, I will just ponder the mysteries of the universe... and "Chocolate Rain."
One of these days, I'm going to reward myself for cooking for myself by cooking something really good for once. At which point I will be motivated to continue trying, especially if it means I'm able to turn on my oven or my stove without setting off the freaking smoke alarm. Until then, I will just ponder the mysteries of the universe... and "Chocolate Rain."