Thursday, April 01, 2010

Dear... me,

It is absolutely precious how, even though you manage to fuck up rice every single time you cook it on the stovetop, you just keep trying. Hope does seem to spring eternal, doesn't it?

Just so you know, you might stand a better chance of being able to successfully make that staple food that everyone everywhere on this planet are able to successfully make if you, you know, followed the directions, or set the timer or something. It's not astrophysics.

Or just stick with the rice cooker. Or pasta (Even you can't fuck up pasta). Or salad - no one can fuck up salad, right? Toss a handful of baby spinach on a plate, add some carrots or radishes or tomatoes or cilantro...

Think about it.

xxoo,

me

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