| | Dear Web Journal,
First, let me just begin by stating that I am well aware that my eating habits are atrocious. Not in a "All I eat are Doritos, Cheez Whiz, soda, and candy" kind of way, but in a "I really like pickles so I am pretty much only going to eat pickles for an entire week before I find my next food obsession". Last week it was Pork Egg Foo Young. And of course, there's always my fall back food: peanut butter and jelly. I keep a jar of both at work and bring in the bread. It's amazing how it cuts down my getting-ready time each morning. Sometimes I am surprised at my own genius.
It's not that I am unimaginative when it comes to food. And I am not picky. I will eat ANYTHING. I'm just not very good at preparing it. I have had more bad turnouts then good. Like the pancakes I tried to make once for a boyfriend to try to impress him early in the relationship. He was quick to tell me he "wasn't really that hungry". And let's not be too hasty too forget my brother's birthday cake debacle, which, even though it tasted absolutley divine, looked like crap. And everyone knows good presentation makes up a decent percent of whether or not you enjoy your food experience. So imagine my horror when earlier this week I fucked up even the simplest of food tasks. That's right, friends and enemies, pudding.
There I was Tuesday evening, half way through the first disc of Lost, Season 2, when a small hunger came upon me. I opened my cupboard and spied a package of chocolate pudding. In that moment, it called out to me and nothing else, not even pickles, would satisfy. Running to the fridge (or taking one large step, our kitchen's not that big), I opened it to find I still had milk left. And that milk was not due to expire for another 5 days. I dropped the powdered mix into the milk, brought it to a boil, shoved some of my roommates food around to make room in the fridge and returned to the harrowing tales of Jack, Mr. Eko, Charlie, Hurley, et al. Just a sweet 30 minutes later and the pudding was set. I brought the bowl up to my nose in anticipation of the actual taste. I was judging the "bouquet", if you will. The deep brown color was perfect, the wobbliness of pudding inticing, but the "bouquet"? The "bouquet" was putrid. The "bouquet" was very much like rotten milk. ROTTEN. FUCKING. MILK!
How did I not notice, while making it, that the milk had gone off?! I am not an unobservant person. In fact, most of what I do consists of me observing my environment. This was just about enough to make me throw in the towel altogether. Not to mention throw up my Egg Foo Young. I threw out the milk, I threw out the pudding. Defeated, I hung my head, I hung my head. And I returned to the TV and lost myself in, er, Lost.
But fear not! I am resilient! I just returned from the grocery store, fresh milk and pudding mix in tow. This time instant pudding. In fact, it has set already and upon finishing this I will go and enjoy a bowl on a Saturday night. No, not that kind of bowl. A bowl of pudding.
But I'm going to offer it to my roommates first.
Love, Rachael |
| | Posted 9/24/2006 12:39 AM - 6 Views - 7 eProps - 4 comments
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