Cooking real food with Deb, week 2. Also, ROOMMATE.
Okay, so today, I'm attempting to create a navy bean soup with bacon. I'm wondering if I'm already falling into a rut, and I'm only two weeks into this. Both whitish, soupish/stewish type things. But one has beans and bacon, and the other had chicken. LOL.
I wish I liked tomatoes more. Does anyone have any tasty tomato sauce recipes that don't taste like tomato?
So, currently in my crock-pot, I have:
navy beans
bacon
potatoes
carrots
celery
parsley
onion
I hope it turns out, but, who knows...
Also, about my roommate:
The small, annoying stuff that is probably not all that annoying, but is just the fact that I'm not used to this:
+++Sinks full of dishes. Not things like glasses, but frying pans, huge pans of baked-on whatever stuff he's cooked this week, all my tupperware is stained, now. :/
+++Socks on the floor.
+++Crumbs in my butter.
+++Constantly talking.
The big, REALLY ANNOYING THING from last night:
I got home from work to find roommate and his brother drunk off their asses watching some crappy horror movie and sprawled all over my couch. I made nice, talked to their drunk-ass selves for a little and then pulled out my laptop to check my email.
They screamed and swore and rolled around and seriously were so loud and fucking obnoxious that I wanted to go next door and apologize to the people who are generally loud and obnoxious at least once a week. I went upstairs to my room, but I could hear them hooting and hollering and I couldn't focus on the book I was reading.
I had to be into work at 7am this morning, and when I got home at 1am last night I just wanted to unwind for an hour or so and then go to bed for like 3-4 hours. But they kept yelling (roommate telling brother to shut up and be quiet, just as loudly as brother was yelling) and finally, I just grabbed my jacket and left for a drive.
I drove around for an hour and a half, and when I got back, brother is passed out on my couch, wrapped in my blanket, slobbering all over the place with every single light and the TV and the DVD player on.
SLOBBERING ON MY COUCH AND MY BLANKET.
When I left this morning, brother rolled over on the couch and asked if I could get him a glass of water.
I told him no, and left.
Mother of God. MOTHER OF GOD.
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Also, I've never seen my roommate drinking anything except whiskey and soda (he's gone through a half-gallon bottle in 8 days). Which just makes me worried. I mean, not for me. But for him...