The fifth cheese was me.
The female usually offended when he blamed the culinary operations. Far from diminishing, the allocation of dedicated. The faculty dining are not delegates, they own it. The proof of this is what happened last Saturday when, in my capacity as a member of the male of the human race, I wanted to cook. Perhaps
sauce "to the 4 cheese" was out of my league. I mean, obviously it did. I mean, maybe it is a sauce that complicates even the most able cooks. But do not think that's the case. According
recipe I got my girlfriend, should make transparent, not brown, some chives, and luckily she was able to explain phone that is "transparent", not to mention what are the "chives." Not that I have done much anyway.
I put the chives into the pan with oil and started to cut cheese ... Of course, two seconds and gold were the chives. Under the slogan "still works," throw in the cheese and began to stir with a wooden spoon. Had little aspect of salsa so I added milk as recommended at the end of the recipe if consistency was very thick. At that time I noticed the cream on the counter and remembered I was supposed to have cheese before pouring the cream reciprocated. "Too Good", and added the cream.
While he found resistance at the bottom of the pan. And on one occasion, trying to overcome, I take off the cheese and found that it had generated a kind of burnt cheese layer on the bottom that emulated an omelet. I removed the burnt cheese, cut into small pieces and returned to add to the pan, which, incidentally, seemed very logical at the time.
sauce and seemed to be, in what may be called "be." Then I became aware that the fire had no water to make noodles. I left the sauce to a minimum and devoted myself to the noodles. I also had to make some sausages for my sister who refused to try the sauce bubbling in yellow, black and white. Details
more details less. At the time the noodles and sausages were ready, season the sauce and added a pinch of nutmeg. I threw away three quarters of it and I could save enough to accompany my portion of noodles.
To my surprise, the sauce was rich and not for the fact that I repeated it all night, I had considered satisfied. But
remained to the last leg of the odyssey. It defied all logic principles the number of elements that make salsa messed for a single person (although it was designed as four).
Finally, it is clear that if we leave the kitchen for women is a personal failure and not by denigrating ...
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