Yesterday I made salmon. So now that I am a professional chef, I am starting to experiment with things other than microwavables. This makes me excited and insecure. Its like puberty all over again, all sorts of strange and curious ideas enter my brain, I get nervous and angsty about trying new things. Nobody gets me. I want to put leftover salmon in a spaghetti sauce. This is followed by the post puberty identity crisis when I realize that I am not unique or special; salmon sauce served with spaghetti is a thing. People do that.
Whatever. At least my roommates will think I'm cool. One is a vegetarian who knows nothing of the trials of scraping burnt salmon off of a teflon pan, another roommate is almost always either at her boyfriend's place for dinner or he is here making dinner for her, and my last roommate is a beautiful fix foot three goddess model who does not need to eat. So there! In the face of adversity I salm-on!
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