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.
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- Gina
- Baltimore, hon!, MD
- Hi my name is Gina. I like a lot of things. You will find them listed below, in alphabetical order for lack of a better order, mostly for my own web-surfing convenience. I also like my family, my friends, emotionally unavailable men, visiting people in far away places, taking pictures, dogs, my cats, sandwiches, long walks, Central Wisconsin, buying things on Ebay, reading books very very slowly, stressing myself out to the point of developing sleep and digestive disorders, and pilates.
3 comments:
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
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
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.
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