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Okay, so we didn’t make anything today. We ate frozen pizza. It wasn’t good. The toppings were unbalanced. It was supposed to be Quattro Stagione (four seasons), so four even quarters, with different toppings on each. But it was like Canada– one season dominated. All the vegetables were huddled together on 1/3 of the pizza, and the rest was covered in (rubbery) prosciutto. Carlo made this picture about it. You’d think a robot could at least be symmetrical.
Anyway, right now I have ice cream churning, so tomorrow you can expect something interesting. This month is going to do us in!
Just to let you know, if you google “booze stereo,” we are the first link that comes up. And I probably just made it worse by posting this. Um… that is, if anyone ever again in the history of the internet uses that exact search term. I’m going to assume that whoever found us that way didn’t find what they were looking for.
Originally posted May 18th
My wife left for a family trip about a week and a half ago. Since then, it’s been beer, cheeseburgers and NHL playoff hockey. I’ve roasted asparagus under the broiler as a side. That’s cooking, right? Whatever dude. Anyway. If I’m not eating frozen pre-packaged burgers (meat pucks), I’m tapping my freezer’s reserve of store bought pizzas, ignoring the homemade crusts Hanne left for me to eat (with instructions and suggestions for toppings).
Sure, it sounds and actually has been great, but I’m wearing down, my fast metabolism be damned. Also, I had big plans (which didn’t include trying to pass Zelda before the wife returns), cleaner arteries and an apartment that didn’t reek of meat before I was left to fend for myself. I was hoping to prove, by starting this food blog, that I could take care of myself. Turns out I can feed myself, but taking care of myself has taken on a sinister tone.
So instead, here is my low point, complete with a wicked picture of my someone else’s day-old meat-caked George Foreman Grill, snapped amateurishly with my camera phone stolen from this blog because I can’t find my usb cable. Hello world! Seriously, this food blog has nowhere to go but up!
Check out the rest of Receding Hairline‘s Fat Cat vs. George Foreman pictures here. I feel your pain, Fat Cat.
