Sunday, March 26, 2006

I'm so not a grown-up.

I just called my mom because I was so proud that I cooked dinner for myself. Like cooked-cooked. Not heated up a microwave dinner cooked.

Okay, the green beans almondine just needed heating up, but my George Foreman Grill went to town on my sirloin steak. And those pre-cut apples with caramel sauce - delish.

It's still cooking.

Right?

Yeah. I'm totally not a grown-up.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Assembling and heating count as cooking in my book. But then again, so does microwaving.

6:39 AM  
Blogger egyptiansally said...

It all sounds yummy. Way to go :)

10:24 AM  
Blogger Evan said...

Woman come on!!!...Cooking is preparing food..Not heating up frozen food..lol..You have been getting by on your pretty face to long..Ummm I cant cook worth shit either..But I can order out better then anyone...Miss you Pammers...I want my Yellow AF shirt back...

12:05 AM  
Blogger DP said...

I totally get your enthusiasm. I've been through the "what's the freakin' point of cooking for myself" syndrome but once I did, I wanted to call everyone to share the news.

Now bring some of that home cookin' to work for the rest of us! :)

5:20 PM  
Blogger pamela said...

i'm about to cook again. as in heat black bean tamales in the microwave. scrumptious.

evjuan - thanks for the reminder. i think i'll sleep in it tonight...

remember why i stole it in the first place?

7:32 PM  
Anonymous The Sandmonkey said...

does anyone know what happend to the "let's talk about sex, baby" blog?

12:31 PM  
Blogger pamela said...

last time i checked it was gone.

1:28 PM  
Blogger Betty on the Beach said...

I used to feel the same way about making the effort to cook for myself and then I dated a guy who liked to cook and found his point of view refreshing. He said he couldn't think of anyone better to cook for than himself. :)

1:14 PM  

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