Saturday, February 26, 2005

the next martha stewart

If you know me, you know that cooking is not among the vast array of skills I possess. While I have a great appreciation for the culinary arts, there's a reason I often eat multiple peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in a day, and it's not poverty (though that is also a factor.) Anyway, yesterday I cooked something and it was really easy and tasty, and I'm so proud of this groundbreaking feat that I must share my creation with the world (i.e., my friends and people who've recently Googled "sex with farm animals.")

Poor Girl's Eggs Florentine
ingredients: piece of two-week old bread, two-week old "fresh" spinach, two eggs, olive oil (or as Rachel Ray says, "oh oh",) salt

1. Toast the bread in the oven (unless you're one of those weirdos who owns a toaster.)
2. Cook spinach in a pan with a little oh oh until it wilts. Remove from pan.
3. Put more oh oh in pan and cook two eggs over easy (or, in my case, attempt to cook over easy but while flipping eggs manage to break yolks and make a big mess.)
4. Put toast in bottom of bowl. Put spinach on top of toast. Put eggs on top of spinach. Add enough salt to give Old Uncle Robert a stroke. Eat with fork (and knife, if you're into civilized things like that.) Yum.

And speaking of food, I have gotten myself hired as a waitress at a trendy (by Ithaca standards) restaurant. Currently taking bets on how many shifts until I spill something.


Anonymous said...

Hey, G! Congrats on the new job. I wish wish wish I could come in and see you at your best. Knock 'em dead. Just don't spill the coffee. Heh. -Drone

Gina said...

Dude, thanks for the enthusiasm but I am a shitty, shitty waitress. And basically bad at any job that requires interacting with coworkers. Hence...time to get a PhD and be a weirdo nerd forever. Seriously cannot fucking wait.

Anonymous said...

I have to admit that the thought of you waiting on dining patrons at a restaurant--a self-professed fancy restaurant, no less--does make me smirk somewhat. I probably wouldn't last ten minutes. Interacting with strange humans is, like, so overrated. God help those patrons. No, god help you. You can do it. -Drone

Andrew said...

Don't sell yourself short, you do an amazing apple-slice smeared with nutella, as well.

You as a waitress works on the humor scale, but I still don't think anything can beat the potential you had training as a Ruby Foo's hostess wearing the chinese shirt.