Cooking? Me? *snerk*

I was somehow roped into making dinner for my family tonight. *headbash* Now, you see, this is a complicated thing. Why? Oh. I'll tell you why.

Point A: I do not have the attention span to cook. I can bake, yes, and occasionally that'll even turn out the way I want it to, but cooking? Nuh-uh. Too much work for my brain to keep track of.

Point B: There are five people in my family. Both of my younger brothers are very picky eaters, which makes it hard to find something they'll eat. My mother is a low-carb nut, so anything I make has to be made for her needs. My dad is easy about this sort of thing. Yay Dad!

Point C: Because I don't cook, I have no recipes. This makes cooking difficult, as I will forget what I'm doing (see Point A above) and leave something out or repeat something altogether.

Points A and B I can deal with. Point C is the real clincher in this case. *taps foot* I can improvise. I just need a recipe. Preferably something to do with chicken. *goes off to root through her pathetic recipe collection*

And, once that's done? Homework. Oh yes. Gyaah. T_T

Get a Clue.

My brothers and one of their friends (Alex) are playing Clue. Alex has never played before, oddly enough. The following conversation just occurred.

David: Okay... What piece do you want to be?
Andy: Green! I want to be Mister Green!
David: All right... Alex?
Alex: I'll be red.
David: Okay. So Andy's Mister Green, I'm Professor Plum, and you're Miss Scarlet.
Alex: WHAT? I don't want to be a girl! I thought I was Mister Red!
David: Nooo... It's Mister Green, Professor Plum, Mrs. White, Mrs. Peacock, Colonel Mustard, and Miss Scarlet. You chose red. You're Miss Scarlet.
Alex: But I was Mister Red!
David: No, you were Miss Scarlet.
Alex: Fine, I'll be Mister Yellow.
David: Colonel Mustard.
Alex: Whatever. Give me Mister Yellow and let's play.
Andy: Colonel Mustard.
Alex: ARGH!

T'was probably funnier if you were here. I was downstairs grabbing some yogurt at the time and they tried to get me to play, too. My excuse was "I have homework", to which Alex replied "Homework? There's no homework in college..." A common misconception, to be sure, but I let David and Andy laugh at him instead of my berating him, as I really do have homework to do... and because he fixed my fish mouse. Good Alex with the fixing-ness.

Dinner went well, if anyone is curious. I made chicken paillard, except I made it my way, so it was a great deal easier. And it didn't turn out too bad! Andy complained, per usual, but David didn't whine too much and Alex and the rents all said it was good. ^.^ I rule at life with my craptastic food skills!