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Wednesday, February 24, 2010

I was hungry and crazy to think of whipping something up in the middle of the night with zero experience in the kitchen.

Amazingly it was like i've just fought a war

First, i on the oven. I wanted to make some boiled potatoes you see. And according to the observations of biz park western food auntie, who puts the potato into the oven, i decide to follow suit. So i search for some potatos and a potato shaver (I hate potato skins. they taste damn awful) and began shaving the potato. I almost had my skin sliced but whatever since they are still intact. I then placed it on an aluminium and into the oven.

I proceed to open the thing i thought was oh-so-easy. The campbell soup. FAIL. i spent 1247325987 hours on it to realise I CANNOT USE A FUCKING CAN OPENER. i tried and tried until i start to sweat!!!!! so i plug in the fan, and on the fan. The fan jerked, and shaked, spinned, and fall off the bloody ceiling. Instinctly i went to off the switch. Pick up the broken pieces and continue opening the can in a hot and stuffy environment, without the fan that is. -oo- FAIL. i manage to open 1/8 of the can leaving 7/8 of it still intact.

At this time, my potato in my oven was turning black so i went to take the potato out. The potato is HARD.. NOT SOFT like the ones i ate! then i thought i was so clever, that i finally figured out why biz park western stall calls it boiled potato.. BECAUSE it is BOILED! so i went to grab some water and submerge my already slightly browned potato in. I on the fire and leave it to BOIL.

I continue my efforts on the campbell can. This time my arms are already tired trying to open the bloody thing. >=( I decide to use a fork and spoon to gauge and shake the contents out instead of attempting to open the can. I manage to get quite a sum to make up 1/4 a bowl of soup. At least better than nothing right!!!!

This time, my potatos have been boiled and water's coming out from the thing and making some irritating sound to the fire. I off the fire and pour the water out. My potato is hard as ever. FUCK THE WORLD. Biz park boiled potatoes look good, soft, fluffy and awesome. WHY DOES MINE LOOK LIKE COCK! I gave up on the potato and left it to cool, maybe when it cools it'll turn soft.

Then i proceed to add water to the soup and placed it into the oven to spin for a couple of minutes until god knows why it starts to make splattering noises in my oven. -oo- i took it out... and its edible!!! FINALLY. so i drank the soup. But it taste horrible. Plain horrible. I just suck, even its just can food.

The potato looked the same before cooled and after cooled so i threw it away. while cleaning up i accidentally hit a HOUSEFLY with my finger. EEW. disgusting. So i just wiped and stuff and place everything in the sink and went back to my room.

I swear throughout the entire process i was thinking of my maid my maid my maid and fat. I hope my maid was awake. I hope fat was there to cook for me.

I need some cooking classes during the holidays.

Written @ 2:50 AM


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