Current mood:	poisoned
Entry tags:	death soup

Oh...my tastebuds and my integrity as a chef
I really do wonder if my roommate is used to eating FOOD sometimes. You know, like...actual food. So all day I was thinking about dinner actually. Mostly because all I got for lunch was a sandwich (my roommate evidently went out and ate out, totally without telling me). Either way I was well aware that we didn't have any actual food in the house aside from some microwaveable soup and some ramen. Oh and lunch meat for more sandwiches I guess.

Either way I figured after seeing a few vegetables I would finely chop some of the carrots we had left and some frozen broccoli we've had forever and throw it in an omelet. Sounded simple enough. So when I went to go boil up the carrots and broccoli, my roommate passed by and asked what I was planning on making. Evidently it was in his mind that I was making soup which would have made sense if we have ANY FORM OF STOCK FOR SOUP. Unfortunately I'm not a magician and I can't turn water into soup stock, I even brought this up with him but he still insisted on it.

When I posed the question to him, he mentioned we still had some red miso left. I asked if he was kidding and he said nothing of the sort. So I decided to play along and he mentioned I could use the rest of the frozen corn and peas that were in the freezer. Ugh. This was a joke...not meant to be real. So in an attempt to add something that would actually taste good, I defrosted the bacon quickly and chopped up four strips or so to add to it.

More or less after cooking it, I had a real hard time eating it. Go figure, the bacon was the only thing that mildly went well in it. The rest just kind of...made me want to cry. Of course when I brought this up with my roommate he appeared to have no complaints in eating it. You know, I KNOW when something is terrible. There's no reason to joke around with me. In fact it made me just worry about my roommate's sense of taste/feel worse about the entire situation.

There also was some left after we ate which is now sitting in the refrigerator. I have a 99.9% feeling that it will start moving later tonight and kill me in my sleep. If not it'll just give me stomach cancer.

I really look forward to shopping this weekend and buying actual things to cook. On account of all the simple things I've prepared so far, I'm really ready to cook. Grilled steak, roast chicken, this is less about my roommate but more cooking something that I'll be able to feel happy about.