Less than a woman: Part II

Those who know me know that I LOVE a good meal.

Not fast-food, not sloppy hamburgers or pizza. But a real meal--like steak, baked potatoes, broccoli and a salad or baked salmon, steamed rice and peas.

Since I hadn't been home in a while I decided to cook something that reminded me of home, something that I could imagine my grandmother cooking. To that end, I decided to prepare Sunday dinner for myself: fried chicken, steamed rice, steamed broccoli and a baked potato.

I imagined I'd be pleased with my results. But, those who've been keeping up with this blog know I've been having troubles of the culinary kind recently.

And once again, I failed.

The potatoes I had were sprouting stuff and molding AND I just bought them! No potatoes for me. I let my chicken marinate in seasonings throughout my time at church. When I got home I heated my cooking oil and turned on my stovetop fan. As soon as I began frying my chicken the smoke detector went off--and my kitchen wasn't smokey.

Once I got the detector to be quiet I went back to finish preparing my meal. Eventually I burned about half of the chicken because I kept running back and forth between my smoke detector, which went off about three times during my preparations, and my stove top.

In the end, the only thing that turned out well was my broccoli and rice. And I still ate my burnt pieces of chicken. As for those sprouting and molding potatoes? I hurled them in trash, along with the burnt pieces of chicken that I couldn't stomach eating.