Because my moronic neighbors were making so much goddamn noise calling each other out (oh how I hate them & their ignorant speech...), I decided to cook a nice meal. Cooking is a very good distraction from "Let's go bitch! C'mon muthafucka! You call me outside, you throw the first punch, bitch!"
(Kids today have no variety in their speech. It saddens me.
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Sadly, I was out of nice meal things. Time to improvise! Originally I was going to make beef & rice. Nice, staid, flavorless white man fare. However, I remembered I had two tubs of Garden Fresh salsa in the fridge. Variety is the spice of life. Since I'm the only one who has to eat it, I'll only have myself to blame if it's atrocious.
I can now officially state I made a pretty good meal out of four cups of rice, three pounds of beef, and two tubs of salsa. I'm going to have leftovers for weeks, but it's filling.
(Next time I'll use a bigger casserole dish. Salsa + rice = gloppy mess which will overflow onto the oven floor.)
(Kids today have no variety in their speech. It saddens me.
)
Sadly, I was out of nice meal things. Time to improvise! Originally I was going to make beef & rice. Nice, staid, flavorless white man fare. However, I remembered I had two tubs of Garden Fresh salsa in the fridge. Variety is the spice of life. Since I'm the only one who has to eat it, I'll only have myself to blame if it's atrocious.
I can now officially state I made a pretty good meal out of four cups of rice, three pounds of beef, and two tubs of salsa. I'm going to have leftovers for weeks, but it's filling.
(Next time I'll use a bigger casserole dish. Salsa + rice = gloppy mess which will overflow onto the oven floor.)
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willdabeast:
evanx:
Heh, well, I had to type up the first copy and edit spelling errors out of it twice in someone's journal! 