The worst dinner ever
I’ve having the worst dinner ever right now. This is the first time I’ve tried cooking in my new apartment. Penne pasta with chicken and sugar snap peas. No, the food’s fine.
I’m not sure where the smoke came from, because I never saw any. The smoke detector and I have definite opposing opinions on that. It was probably the pasta boiling over or the ashes in the microwave that used to be frozen peas. Turns out you’re not supposed to remove those Steamables from the bag.
While figuring out the locks on my windows, both to let out smoke and so that my alarm could warn the neighborhood about the newbie, I realized the smoke might be coming from my chicken in the oven. I don’t remember where I got my oven mitts, but if I did I’d never go back. They’re about as insulating as copper underwear in a thunderstorm.
I still don’t know what burned, because it wasn’t the chicken either. Now that I’ve made more peas I’m enjoying the meal standing at my counter, since it’s not yet furnished with a table or chairs. Oh, I just got sauce on my shirt.