Busted!

Update: You must read TB's comment.

I opened the microwave today to a shocking discovery. Instead of the sparkling white and clean interior that I saw yesterday afternoon, I was treated to this horror show:

My husband KILLED the microwave. This looks suspiciously like the taco meat, refried bean, and cheese mess that he heated up for Chicken.

TB "cleaned" the kitchen after dinner last night. I think he missed a spot or twenty. What the fuck?!

Braggart

I made dinner tonight and I am proud. For those of you keeping track at home, this is the second real dinner I have cooked in 14 weeks. Yep, my body is not the most functional. But HEY! I cooked a dinner so great I'd fuck myself if I wasn't so busy sitting on my ass sighing contentedly. The dinner:

Thai Red Curry Chicken with Tasty Vegetables

• Sauce: coconut milk, fish sauce, red curry paste
• Canned vegetables: water chestnuts and bamboo shoots
• Fresh vegetables: shiitake mushrooms, orange bell peppers, snow pea pods
• Served on: rice noodles

It was outfuckingstanding and of course gluten free.

Post Script: I am sad that the current season of Top Gear is over.

Teriyaki Sauce

One day, a very sweet Teddy Bear was making his darling Sam teriyaki sauce from scratch* and he decided to enlist the help of our new chef in the making, Chicken. They sliced, diced, measured and mixed a great big bowl of teriyaki sauce just for little old me. While I had a fucking attack at the massive amount of soy sauce that was being mixed and measure by a TEN YEAR OLD BOY in my KITCHEN. As I stood there, hyperventilating I cautioned Chicken "Be VERY careful measuring that sugar..." He retorted, "Careful is my middle name!" And then this happened:

MUST CLICK AND MAKE BIG NOW. I COMMAND THEE.

You can tell by Chicken's face (picture removed) immediately after the Sugar Spill of '07 that I am totally pissed off and screaming like a fucking banshee. Or, is that the look of "Shit! I have to clean all of this sugar up by eating it? No problem!" And then what does Chicken have to say about this mess? "Uh, I guess my middle name is Louis, huh?"

*I can't complain too overly much, since the reason they were making it is that teriyaki sauce typically contains wheat. My awesome boys make a special wheat-free batch for me because the love me sooooo much.