I ran last night, inside on the treadmill again, nice and easy. I have really been enjoying my nice easy runs these past couple weeks. I did buy a new heart rate monitor finally, a Polar RS200d. This one comes with the footpod, which is something I haven’t used before. (I thought about going with a Garmin but couldn’t justify the expense.) I’m curious to try it out, even though I’ve promised myself to pay less attention to my times and speeds for the time being. It’ll be fun.
Last night I cooked dinner for Jose. Not a big deal, except for the fact that I’ve yet to cook anything for him, so it was a first. He’s cooked for me a few times, but I haven’t returned the favor.
Now first, some background. I am not a cook. It’s not that I’m particularly horrible at it, but I’m also not particularly good. I also just don’t really like cooking. Baking I can do, but cooking? Not so much. Ask Becca for one funny story about me, and she’s likely to start telling about the time she taught me how to make mashed potatoes in college.
So I suggested stir fry — chicken, rice, and vegetables. Easy! I thought I had all the necessary ingredients, but when I got home, I didn’t have any chicken that wasn’t expired. (See, I buy things, but then don’t cook.) Off to Kroger I went for a quick trip, and I returned ready to cook. Everything went great until the very end, when I realized that I hadn’t bought any soy sauce. I had two half-full bottles in the fridge, but they were old (I will conveniently neglect to say how old). I tasted them, and suffice it to say that apparently even soy sauce goes bad after a while.
So. I had managed to cook, but had no sauce for anything. We could have eaten it as it was, but Jose decided to try — no making fun — barbeque sauce. After all, it was just chicken, veggies, and rice. And thus a new dish was created: Texas Stir Fry.
Sigh. I am officially the most useless girlfriend ever.
those are the meals memories are made of. that soy sauce must have been pre 1990…i don’t think i’ve ever heard of that going bad. then again, i almost never throw things out on time. you can cook with anything! no matter what the date. sounds fun though
Interestingly, I have now found out that, according to The Internet, soy sauce goes bad after ~3 months once it has been opened.
It doesn’t go bad in the sense that it’ll make you sick, but it starts to taste funny. The stuff I had lying in my fridge definitely tasted funny.
My husband definitely did not marry me for my cooking. I love to bake, but to sit down and “make” dinner? It’s how little do I have to do in order to have a vegetable and a protein in the same meal.
I say let Jose keep cooking for you and not vice versa. Then you’ll have him well-trained by the wedding day.
A guy that cooks is well trained? What he likes to cook? I view cooking as a personal competition. Can I make something that tastes good, gets done on time, and is better than the last time I made it.
If I could never eat out, I would be forced to learn to cook -or- I’d be under 200 pounds very quick.
I can’t cook worth anything either. Bake yes, but I never do because then I would just eat it! LOL! Manny is the cook and he made me dinner every single night this week 🙂 I’m spoiled!
Mmmm…Texas stir fry.
Homer Simpson
Whatever happened to the good ole’ days? Just kidding!