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November 28, 2007

You know I love you like cooked food

Filed under: Uncategorized — exclusivelyexclusive2 @ 3:53 am

It’s very sad when you have no groceries in your house so you have to eat peanut butter from the jar with a spoon. Wow.

I really need to start cooking for reals. I am almost 30, and that’s when everything supposedly goes down hill, so I have to start cooking my own, healthy food.

The problem is unlike everyone else I know, I’m bad at it. Unless I have a recipe, it all comes out wrong. I mean, I recently burned a frozen pizza by puttig it in the broiler to “speed up the cooking process.” I sped it up to burned. Womp womp.

Maybe I should take a class? But can one really be taught to cook well? Either you got it or you don’t. I don’t.

Oh, no: what will my children eat?

And who will comb and braid their hair (another skill I never learned)?
Question: What is really going on here?

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12 Comments »

  1. EXex. Step back from the stove and BREATHE! You have a lifetime to learn how to cook… and if you don’t, so what? You’ll learn to make things you like, which is what I do. GRANTED most folks didn’t want to eat my first stabs at creative cooking… but this Thanksgiving I made all the veggie/vegetarian dishes. It’ll happen. And like I said, if it doesn’t, then fuckit. It doesn’t make you a terrible future mother to be.

    And hope and pray for boys so you don’t have to braid hair.

    Comment by SAndy — November 28, 2007 @ 6:31 am

  2. what if the lil guys wants braids tho huh? what THEN!?! i almost taught myself to cornroll my hair but then i cut it off… blame it on a big sister and three neices but i prolly could do hair if i wanted lol

    and cooking? fuggitabboutit… sandy said it best. well no she didnt cus fuck what you heard i can cook lol. i just cant bake meats too well but its because im impatient…

    man i miss having a kitchen…FUCKING NEW YORK

    Comment by DAY JOB — November 28, 2007 @ 3:08 pm

  3. ps.. that doll watching me is kinda scary just a lil bit… lol

    Comment by DAY JOB — November 28, 2007 @ 3:09 pm

  4. I don’t belive that cokking is either a thing that you have or that you don’t. I taught myself how to cook by reading cook books and by trial and error. Eventually, I learned to get good at it. Start off with the Family Circle Cook books and go from there. Maybe it’s time that I passed them along to you lil sis.
    Love,
    SisterSoul
    p.s. the first time that I ever cooked, I underfriend chicken drum sticks and tried to get our father to eait it. He didn’t…Now, I can make a five course meal with my eyes closed honey. Last night I made lamb chops with just a sprinkle of nutmeg and some hooked up ginger sauce- THE BOMB!
    Keep the faith. LOL!

    Comment by SisterSoul — November 28, 2007 @ 4:58 pm

  5. Yeah, I agree- the doll is scary. Take her off please and represent for the colored girls who have considered suicide when the rainbow….

    Comment by SisterSoul — November 28, 2007 @ 5:00 pm

  6. yo sistersoul…

    im hungry. help

    Comment by DAY JOB — November 29, 2007 @ 3:22 am

  7. The doll is staying. LOL.

    Sister–you tried to make daddy eat undercooked chicken? Remember hen I’d make “salad dressing” out of warm water, salt, pepper and other randomness and you and Mommy would eat it? I was like 8.

    Sandy–I’m gonna keep trying, but it is depressing messing things up so much. You jsut wind up ordering Chinese Mexican food out of frustration. (Do you notice that those Fresco Tortilla places deliver in like 5 minutes flat?)

    Donwill–It’s good you can braid, in case you ever need to do your daughters’ hair. You never know when wifey will leave you with the kids for the weekend and you have to braid some hair. And it’s a good thing you didn’t cornwow your hair: cornrows are for girls and prison inamtes ONLY. LOL.

    Comment by exex — November 29, 2007 @ 3:27 am

  8. She only cooks for me, Donwill. Back up off SisterSoul.

    Comment by exex — November 30, 2007 @ 3:26 am

  9. I got an urge to check exex’s blog, and lookit what I found! Cooking! My love.

    exex, I used to be a non-cooking type. You know what got me? I got dumped (ha) and found out that the girl who scored my ex’s attention post-breakup won his heart with fried chicken. I got pissed, was at a low point in life, and decided to be competitive.

    And thus was born the best chicken he ever ate.

    Point being – I’ve learned that to cook truly euphoric food, there’s gotta be some passion in it. Or else you end up reaching for the frozen pizza. My passion is no longer revenge, but the fact that cooking turned into a stress reliever.

    If you ever want some new recipes to try that aren’t that hard, I can hook you up.

    Nice blog.

    Comment by amanda — December 3, 2007 @ 2:47 am

  10. Amanda got me on the Makeityodamnself e-menu newsletter with her Cornbread casserole.

    *that might be a blog you might really wanna get into, Mandy*

    Fried chicken might very well be the way to a man’s heart.

    And yes Ex, Yummy Taco and the like deliver in 3-5 minutes flat.

    Am I the only one who thinks the “salad dressing” is sweet? Granted, if you’d said you made that last Thanksgiving or so, I’d personally buy you a Rachael Ray book.

    Comment by SanDy — December 3, 2007 @ 6:33 am

  11. Oh, and the dollface… she’s not scary/spooky. she’s melancholy.

    I vote keep her.

    Comment by SanDy — December 3, 2007 @ 6:43 am

  12. “Fried chicken might very well be the way to a man’s heart.”

    So long as some other girl didn’t beat you to it.

    Yeah, the chicken revenge didn’t work. I guess I forgot to mention that.

    Comment by amanda — December 3, 2007 @ 7:46 am


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