Sunday morning, I plugged in the stove, turned it on and stuck a frying pan on top. I plopped a generous helping of "butter" and watched it melt. I cracked an egg and let out a breath of relief when I did not find a baby chick. I margarine-d a piece of bread and laid it in the pan next to my egg. Looking good. I grabbed the utensil that looked most like a spatula and went to flip my egg. One half stayed completely glued to the pan and the other half became a jumbled, but flipped, mess. The bread likewise became one with the pan and was a little disheveled when I peeled it from the metal. It sure wasn't a pretty breakfast, but edible. Typical.
The most frustrating part was trying to clean the pan. I did not have a sponge, just a disposable/paper type rag. And cold water. Gross.
The most frustrating part was trying to clean the pan. I did not have a sponge, just a disposable/paper type rag. And cold water. Gross.
Lunch was ramen noodles and butter. My 18 year old roommate at school taught me that little trick. When I luck upon a more-than-just-edible dinner, I invite him to join. He always seems proud to return the favor by fixing me noodles later in the week.
Dinner was Kraft Macaroni and Cheese.
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