Wherein Harry tries his hand at cooking!
Aug. 21st, 2006 11:30 pmSo here I am, at home. My parents are gone for a few days. It's about 20:00, and I need food. Kilroy's is closed; unless I'm going to go out to eat, I'm limited to what I have in the house. What am I going to do?
Well, for the past 2 weeks or so my parents have been demonstrating to me how to cook, and Mom made a point of telling me that there's a hamburger in the freezer.
Well, why not. Hamburger time. I get the thing out, am about to put it in the toaster oven (serves also as a broiler; is that the word? Broiler? Is there such a thing? How else does one broil things? I don't really know) when I remember Mom said I should let it defrost for about 20 minutes first. Right.
20 minutes later, I return, and begin. I remember Dad telling me burgers usually take about 20, 25 minutes, so about 10 minutes in I check to see if I can turn it over. The side currently being cooked looks... weird. Certainly not at all done. I give it another 5 minutes and turn it over. About 10 minutes later... ? I don't know, that definitely does not look cooked... I give it another 5 minutes and turn it over again.
Repeat, maybe about 4 or 5 times, though with shorter intervals of time; finally, it looks thoroughly cooked. I take it out, put in on a plate (what, you thought I was going to go to the trouble of warming up a hamburger bun as well?), attempt to stick a fork in it, and... yeah. The word "attempt" is key there. Well, I sure don't have to worry I didn't cook it thoroughly enough.
Many minutes and one disgusting, burnt, burger later, I am still hungry. Clearly cooking anything more is out of the question. I'm not all that hungry, and none of the various microwavables we have on hand are really small enough for what I'm looking for.
So... ice cream. Yes. One burnt hamburger and a bunch of chocolate ice cream. I think tomorrow I'll make sure to buy some microwavables during the day.
-Harry
Well, for the past 2 weeks or so my parents have been demonstrating to me how to cook, and Mom made a point of telling me that there's a hamburger in the freezer.
Well, why not. Hamburger time. I get the thing out, am about to put it in the toaster oven (serves also as a broiler; is that the word? Broiler? Is there such a thing? How else does one broil things? I don't really know) when I remember Mom said I should let it defrost for about 20 minutes first. Right.
20 minutes later, I return, and begin. I remember Dad telling me burgers usually take about 20, 25 minutes, so about 10 minutes in I check to see if I can turn it over. The side currently being cooked looks... weird. Certainly not at all done. I give it another 5 minutes and turn it over. About 10 minutes later... ? I don't know, that definitely does not look cooked... I give it another 5 minutes and turn it over again.
Repeat, maybe about 4 or 5 times, though with shorter intervals of time; finally, it looks thoroughly cooked. I take it out, put in on a plate (what, you thought I was going to go to the trouble of warming up a hamburger bun as well?), attempt to stick a fork in it, and... yeah. The word "attempt" is key there. Well, I sure don't have to worry I didn't cook it thoroughly enough.
Many minutes and one disgusting, burnt, burger later, I am still hungry. Clearly cooking anything more is out of the question. I'm not all that hungry, and none of the various microwavables we have on hand are really small enough for what I'm looking for.
So... ice cream. Yes. One burnt hamburger and a bunch of chocolate ice cream. I think tomorrow I'll make sure to buy some microwavables during the day.
-Harry
