In January my friend and bridesmaid Stefanie came over to watch a movie and we kind of blew up the microwave making popcorn. It really wasn't either of our fault - the microwave just happened to die this day and even though it looks like I can't even make microwave popcorn, it is entirely not my fault - it could have happened to Anthony. It just didn't. I have proof that while I have not mastered cooking, I have mastered fire safety:
I even made sure I showed Stefanie the importance of fire safety:
So needless to say - we don't have a microwave... and we haven't gotten one yet. I figure we've gone this long, why not just wait until we register. See the thing is, I don't really have emotion for food (at least anything that isn't dessert) and so it's not a big loss to me. However, when I realized that 90% of what I cook is made in the microwave, I knew I was in trouble.
That is why - in my first major attempt at becoming more wife-like when it comes to cooking... I made stuffed shells last night!!! Now, Stefanie said I cheated because I didn't make my own sauce, but baby steps please!!
Here are the results:
YAY it was a success!!
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