For example, today I ate Kraft Dinner. My method is to cook the whole box of pasta, then remove about 1/4 of the pasta, and add all the cheese, some margarine and a splash of milk or cream. Who the fuck wants a recipe for how I make my Kraft Dinner? Nobody. That's who.
A few days ago, I bought pho at Hanoi 3 Seasons. I could tell you how I placed the order for "pho ga" (number 18 - the basil chicken one) and used the cash machine to get cash-bucks because they only take ... well, cash. But really? Are my readers retarded? I hope you don't need help ordering pho. Which, by the way, is pronounced "fuh". Not "fo". You're welcome.
So anyway, just wanted my 7 readers a day to know that I'm alive. And that I'm still cooking. Just sometimes nothing blog-worthy. I promise I'll get better soon ... especially since my real job (the one that pays bills) has calmed down and I can have a life now.
Alyssa Kelly Huggins
PS: A friend and I invented a drink today. Which tastes fucking delightful. We call it "November Rain" (his idea, not mine). Mix 1-2 ounces of gin with 3/4 a bottle of Smirnoff Ice, 1/4 a can of beer, and a squeeze of lemon. Enjoy over and over until you're too drunk to stand. Yesssssssssss.