T was suppose to make dinner for me this evening. When I got home he was eating beefaroni. Or some such thing. So instead of having made dinner he chose to make himself a ‘snack.’
I let loose with a bit of sarcasm that T took to be the truth. After I screeched at him he came out and made dinner. Spaghetti. Well the first burner ended up with spaghetti in it and began smoking. The back burner also smoking. We finally struck upon the front right burner was working.
Frist though was waiting for the water to boil. Little bubbles begin to form so T thinks that now he can throw the spaghetti in. I get up and go over to look. It was not a roiling boil. We both started laughing as he attempted to say roiling boil 5x fast. It is very hard to do.
We set the timer for 8 minutes and he waited. And waited. When the timer went off he wanted to know if he could throw it against the wall to check it. And it stuck. The kid made good spaghetti in the first try. He did forget about the sauce but that was quickly remedied.
Bringing the bowl to me it only filled a quarter of the way. I asked for a little bit more and was informed that I was very needy.
It was a good dinner and T has added another item to his cooking repertoire with which to wow friends and his father. 🙂
Picture is my own
I like chicken. This is a fact. Chicken strips from work at break at the best. Or were. Sweet & Sour Chicken frozen meal that I use to buy all the time. When did food become so chewy?
When I first tried the chicken strips I was trying to figure out why they were so dry. I had to swig Pepsi to be able to swallow. And the taste was just off. And the other one I took one bite and it had a different taste and I was done. So along with my banana this morning I had nothing.
Lunch rolls around and I pick up my frozen dinner. Go upstairs and warm it up. Did you know that 5 minutes takes forever? I didn’t. And of course was in everyone’s way. After I went and sat down I took the film off and stirred the rice, sauce and chicken to mix it all together. I put the first bite in and there was nothing wrong. So I took a piece of chicken which I should never have. Ten minutes I was trying to chew a little piece and finally had to spit it out into a napkin. There was no way that I was going to be able to swallow that. Tried to pick at the rice and no go. Chewy chewy chewy. And my mouth was so dry feeling.
After that my afternoon got pretty hectic and a few times I though I was about to throw up. But I did not. What did happen though was I started to feel like I had a heavy rock in the pit of my stomach. That one where throwing up is a relief because it is no longer sitting there.
Once home I decided to have chicken noodle soup for my tummy. Only I drank the broth could not eat the noodles. They too were chewy.