Sunday, November 6, 2011

An Experiment in Domesticity

"Walk feminine, talk feminine, da-da-da-da-da-da-DA feminine..." or so Disney says. One of those unfortunate but required feminine qualities is that of cooking. I, as many know, have no moves in the kitchen. My diet consists of frozen burritos, Pizza pockets, Mac & Cheese, and anything that can be eaten straight out of the fridge. However, as part of a self-improvement phase I've been trying out recently, I decided to tempt fate and voluntarily hosted a dinner party/girls' night at my new digs (aka parents' basement) in Murray last night with some old roommates. And this was the result:

I didn't poison anyone! In fact, it actually tasted halfway decent! This is a very big moment in my "growing up" process. It turns out, I CAN follow a recipe and not make a disaster of everything.



  1. Angie . . . I'm so impressed! Your meal looks like it was a big success. I wish I could have a bite right now! I'm hungry!

  2. Yep, you're amazing! I've been telling you that for years! And the dinner looks scrumptious. Way to go!

  3. "halfway decent?" pshhh, please. Angie, it was delicious!