A Blogwork Orange
Suddenly this house has turned into Iron Chef: 3260 De Witt. Sabia, by nature a competitive person, of course saw my excellent dinner the other night as a personal challenge to him. And maybe it was, maybe it wasn't. Before I came to the house, he was Master Chef, cooking mostly pasta and sausage. The next thing he knows even he himself is being swept away by my magical culinary skills. To him, it must have been a swift, scrumscious slap to the face.
So last night I guess he decided "It was on". After the gym we came back to the house (this was at like 9:00; we are accustomed to eating dinner around 11:30 in this house), and immediately began on a new creation: Pasta Carbonara, a dish consisting of pasta, eggs, bacon, paremesan cheese, and lots of pepper. He immediately got points for originality: it was a dish that hadn't been prepared in our Kitchen Stadium. Also, pasta was his domain.
I grew nervous of the appetizing aromas wafting from his cooking area. It was threatening. I sat in the living room with a glass of wine and a book and continuously shot dirty looks into the kitchen to try and fuck up his shit. However, this was useless because he couldn't see me from the kitchen, and I just looked strange. This was enough of a humiliation, I could not let his dish defeat me!
Finally, when calling "the judges" to the table, I could tell Joe was nervous. Mainly because he kept saying "I'm so nervous". He admitted that he had no idea how it tasted and apologized in advance. This was not a good sign. DJ was the first to take a bite and said it needed pepper. Jorge was next and said that the pasta was a little sticky. Pat refused to eat it. Joe hung his head in shame. It looks like I still reign supreme in Iron Chef: 3260 De Witt.
But, wait! Sabia has one more recipe up his sleeve. It is the Georgian dish that takes two days to prepare. He read the recipe out loud to boost his confidence. It seems that he thinks this recipe will take me down, and take me down hard. I must admit, it is intimidating. Joe immediately got to work on it. He rushed back into the kitchen, set on redeeming hisself in the eyes of the judges. Alas, the first step requires a measuring cup and we don't have one. I think Joe cried himself to sleep.
So last night I guess he decided "It was on". After the gym we came back to the house (this was at like 9:00; we are accustomed to eating dinner around 11:30 in this house), and immediately began on a new creation: Pasta Carbonara, a dish consisting of pasta, eggs, bacon, paremesan cheese, and lots of pepper. He immediately got points for originality: it was a dish that hadn't been prepared in our Kitchen Stadium. Also, pasta was his domain.
I grew nervous of the appetizing aromas wafting from his cooking area. It was threatening. I sat in the living room with a glass of wine and a book and continuously shot dirty looks into the kitchen to try and fuck up his shit. However, this was useless because he couldn't see me from the kitchen, and I just looked strange. This was enough of a humiliation, I could not let his dish defeat me!
Finally, when calling "the judges" to the table, I could tell Joe was nervous. Mainly because he kept saying "I'm so nervous". He admitted that he had no idea how it tasted and apologized in advance. This was not a good sign. DJ was the first to take a bite and said it needed pepper. Jorge was next and said that the pasta was a little sticky. Pat refused to eat it. Joe hung his head in shame. It looks like I still reign supreme in Iron Chef: 3260 De Witt.
But, wait! Sabia has one more recipe up his sleeve. It is the Georgian dish that takes two days to prepare. He read the recipe out loud to boost his confidence. It seems that he thinks this recipe will take me down, and take me down hard. I must admit, it is intimidating. Joe immediately got to work on it. He rushed back into the kitchen, set on redeeming hisself in the eyes of the judges. Alas, the first step requires a measuring cup and we don't have one. I think Joe cried himself to sleep.
1 Comments:
yeah we'll see who reigns supreme. after i put contaminated spinach in your next dish..
yeah and u spelt scrumptious wrong. EAT THAT!
you're going down
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