Hootie and the Blogfish
You know, sometimes I blog because something funny has happened. Sometimes I blog because something new and exciting has happened. Sometimes I blog because I'm lonely. It is a rare blog when I am doing so because I am proud.
Did I get a job? Did I sell my first screenplay? Did I make love to multiple beautiful women? Is this why I am proud? No. I am proud because I made an excellent dinner tonight.
I don't even know what to call it. I started by getting some water boiling and pre-heating the oven to 350 degrees, then dicing two green peppers and about three quarters of an onion. I then defrosted and cut up about five boneless skinless chicken breasts. In a large bowl I added a can of condensed cream of mushroom soup, white whine, and shredded cheddar cheese. Then I threw the pasta in the boiling water, let it get al dente, and added that to the big bowl of ingredients. Finally, I put the chicken in. After adding salt and pepper to taste, I mixed that bowl up real well and then spread it in a 9x13 inch pan and put it in the pre-heated oven for thirty minutes. At thirty minutes, I took out the pan, sprinkled some shredded cheddar and jack cheese over the top of it, and put it back in for another fifteen minutes. DJ made some bruschetta to go with it. I popped it out of the oven, served it up, had some of that white wine I used in the recipe to go with it, and voila, everybody's happy.
Now, the part I didn't tell you was while chopping up those green peppers way in the beginning I sliced my finger pretty good and Pat actually cut up the rest of the peppers, some onion, and the chicken. So I gotta give my boy some credit. My cut was a real gusher, I kept kind of opening it to see how far deep it went and let me tell you... it went deep. Then Jorge brought to my attention that if I keep doing that, it will keep bleeding profusely... So, I stopped.
Everybody enjoyed the pasta/chicken dish, and Joe vowed to prepare something to challenge it: the official food of Georgia (naturally, having to do with Joe Sabia, it is Georgia the Eurasian country, not the home of Ludacris). The official food of Georgia apparently is some crazy bread with mozzarrella and feta cheese and butter and something else that you have to prepare for two days. Sounds awesome, Joe. No, really.
Above: My crazy chicken/pasta dinner and DJ's bruschetta. Fuck you, Ruby Tuesday's.
I don't know why I picked Ruby Tuesday's to call out. I guess I could have used T.G.I. Friday's, Applebees, Chili's, Olive Garden, Macaroni Grill, Cracker Barrel, or On the Border. But not IHOP. Never IHOP.
Oh, also, Pat called that chick Madison tonight, the one he met on the freeway! She was in Minnesota on a fashion shoot, but here's the thing... she didn't know who he was! The mighty Patrick Beck has fallen. I think it's kind of funny, but at the same time, she can join Ruby Tuesdays in fucking herself.
My finger hurts. I'm going to bed.
Did I get a job? Did I sell my first screenplay? Did I make love to multiple beautiful women? Is this why I am proud? No. I am proud because I made an excellent dinner tonight.
I don't even know what to call it. I started by getting some water boiling and pre-heating the oven to 350 degrees, then dicing two green peppers and about three quarters of an onion. I then defrosted and cut up about five boneless skinless chicken breasts. In a large bowl I added a can of condensed cream of mushroom soup, white whine, and shredded cheddar cheese. Then I threw the pasta in the boiling water, let it get al dente, and added that to the big bowl of ingredients. Finally, I put the chicken in. After adding salt and pepper to taste, I mixed that bowl up real well and then spread it in a 9x13 inch pan and put it in the pre-heated oven for thirty minutes. At thirty minutes, I took out the pan, sprinkled some shredded cheddar and jack cheese over the top of it, and put it back in for another fifteen minutes. DJ made some bruschetta to go with it. I popped it out of the oven, served it up, had some of that white wine I used in the recipe to go with it, and voila, everybody's happy.
Now, the part I didn't tell you was while chopping up those green peppers way in the beginning I sliced my finger pretty good and Pat actually cut up the rest of the peppers, some onion, and the chicken. So I gotta give my boy some credit. My cut was a real gusher, I kept kind of opening it to see how far deep it went and let me tell you... it went deep. Then Jorge brought to my attention that if I keep doing that, it will keep bleeding profusely... So, I stopped.
Everybody enjoyed the pasta/chicken dish, and Joe vowed to prepare something to challenge it: the official food of Georgia (naturally, having to do with Joe Sabia, it is Georgia the Eurasian country, not the home of Ludacris). The official food of Georgia apparently is some crazy bread with mozzarrella and feta cheese and butter and something else that you have to prepare for two days. Sounds awesome, Joe. No, really.
Above: My crazy chicken/pasta dinner and DJ's bruschetta. Fuck you, Ruby Tuesday's.I don't know why I picked Ruby Tuesday's to call out. I guess I could have used T.G.I. Friday's, Applebees, Chili's, Olive Garden, Macaroni Grill, Cracker Barrel, or On the Border. But not IHOP. Never IHOP.
Oh, also, Pat called that chick Madison tonight, the one he met on the freeway! She was in Minnesota on a fashion shoot, but here's the thing... she didn't know who he was! The mighty Patrick Beck has fallen. I think it's kind of funny, but at the same time, she can join Ruby Tuesdays in fucking herself.
My finger hurts. I'm going to bed.
posted by PJG at 10/10/2006 12:40:00 AM
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