Its about me.
I can’t stand seeing Autobot or Decepticon decals on cars.
Maybe a decade ago and three Michael Bay movies that seemed like a good idea and are entertaining enough but leave a bad taste in your I would have thought it was pretty cool. In that nostalgia kind of way.
Now it just seems moronic.
Guess who woke up to no water in his apartment. Not going to be able to shower before work today.
Although that beats yesterday when I woke up to the ceiling falling in. The apartment above us has a leak somewhere (probably in their radiator judging by where the leak is) and I definitely found a couple chunks of ceiling plaster on the floor.
Sam and I are trying to get into a dinner routine. Trying to cook something new or more involved each week.
Our usual recipes include Cajun chicken Alfredo, rice and marinated chicken, something perogi based, pizza (from scratch), soft pretzels (from scratch) and wraps (chicken, turkey, veggie). We also make veggie tacos using Morningstar fake meat once a week.
So far we’ve experimented with chili, chowder and stew (slow cooker woo!!). This morning we shared a big omelette. I cooked it up with black beans, salsa, and cheese. We threw on some cilantro and oregano from our new spice rack and put some taco sauce on the side to dip it in. It was awesome.
Our big success lately has been breading our own chicken with panko. We have tried pan frying and baking it. Using egg in the coating and without. We also have let the chicken breasts marinate in buttermilk (which was awesome) before coating it with panko.
Anyways, here’s a picture of our meal from Thursday night. Sam did most of the cooking. She used a panko, corn meal and flour breading with some random spices. We served it with green beans and both honey mustard and Franks hot sauce for dipping.
Sam says the leftover chicken was good cut up in a salad the next day. If it had any failing it was that we didn’t put enough spices into the breading. It was a little bland by our standards (we really like our food spicy).
“Because we should never leave the apartment without garbage in our hands.”
And that’s how you end a conversation with your significant other.
Dear Matt Lavin,
I had a dream you tried to steal my wallet.
Don’t do it!
I’ve perfected my judo chop and will use it.
Consider yourself warned.
~AJ
“Meow.”
“Meow.”
“I hear you Angelo.”
“Meow.”
“Yes, I know you used the litter box. You don’t have to announce your poo.”
“Meow.”
“I don’t care that you pooed.”
“Meow.”
“Why are you staring at me?”
“Meow.”
“Please stop.”
Looks back at litter box. “Meow.”
“I’m not picking it up now. I’m not a slave to you.”
“Meow.”
“Fine.”
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He’s a persistent kitty.
