I’ve mentioned before that I really don’t like cooking, but since we still don’t have Trek-style replicators handy, I guess now and then I have to hunker down and actually make food for myself to ensure I don’t starve.
Anyone who knows me knows I hate cooking. It’s one of my least favorite domestic-type activities and if I could have my way I’d never do it. I’d much rather have food that arrives already prepared (if I could have a Star Trek replicator I’d be set). No fuss, no muss, no risk of under-cooking, over-cooking, burning, drying out, etc etc.
I don’t get along with certain kitchen appliances, like the oven, either. Many years ago I tried to bake banana bread. I followed all the directions. After the allotted time had passed, I used a toothpick to test if the bread was ready. The toothpick said it was. So out came the loaf, all lovely golden brown. It looked right. It smelled right. But when I attempted to move it from the baking sheet to a cooling rack, the loaf cracked open like an egg and spilled out its innards. Only the first inch or so of the loaf had baked, and the rest was raw. That lying toothpick…
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Ooh, a package from @ErunT!
The @WestJet hold music is pretty funky. Some of it reminds me of Mario Kart and other bits like a disco James Bond. >.>
Happy birthday @DShakor!
Being told stuff at work that I really don’t wanna hear be like https://t.co/lyEbmcfV9z