the lunch idiot
after the emergency room the other day i went to a pharmacy connected to a supermarket. i had to wait 40 minutes for my stupid pills so i shopped for a bit. bought some salmon. instead of doing the usual white rice or whatever with salmon i decided to try thai kitchen's "green chili & garlic jasmine rice"
since monday the groceries have sat in the fridge untouched. the past few nights i've been getting pretty drunk, limping around, mumbling about my arm and what a young buck i used to be, sitting in the studio either alone or with one unfortunate friend until the wee hours of the morning, recording the a capella part at the end of "love in an elevator" in four part harmony with myself.
so today, late for work, i decide to cook everything.
my salmon is undercooked because for some inexplicable reason I set the oven for like 375 instead of the usual 425.
the rice? one warning i should have heeded was the fact that a coconut milk packet was included in the box. i hate coconut. and coconut milk powder ain't cool even if you like coconut.
i decided to hurry up and cook the rice in the microwave. the smell that emanated from the microwave sort of smelled like the sausage links they served in elementary school on breakfast day, which as you could have guessed, is nauseating. i pressed on. i want to eat that goddam rice later on instead of shelling out $7 on a lunch from those diarrhea merchants at faneuil hall.
after 9 minutes uncovered i took the rice out to cover and cook again for another 6 minutes. the smell was too much. i dumped the rice down the sink. when the steam plume hit me in the face over the sink i nearly gagged.
and now i'm blogging at 1:55. need to be in boston at 2:30. the salmon is still orange in the middle. theough i'm tempted, i can't take my motorcycle into work because of the wrist.
fart.
since monday the groceries have sat in the fridge untouched. the past few nights i've been getting pretty drunk, limping around, mumbling about my arm and what a young buck i used to be, sitting in the studio either alone or with one unfortunate friend until the wee hours of the morning, recording the a capella part at the end of "love in an elevator" in four part harmony with myself.
so today, late for work, i decide to cook everything.
my salmon is undercooked because for some inexplicable reason I set the oven for like 375 instead of the usual 425.
the rice? one warning i should have heeded was the fact that a coconut milk packet was included in the box. i hate coconut. and coconut milk powder ain't cool even if you like coconut.
i decided to hurry up and cook the rice in the microwave. the smell that emanated from the microwave sort of smelled like the sausage links they served in elementary school on breakfast day, which as you could have guessed, is nauseating. i pressed on. i want to eat that goddam rice later on instead of shelling out $7 on a lunch from those diarrhea merchants at faneuil hall.
after 9 minutes uncovered i took the rice out to cover and cook again for another 6 minutes. the smell was too much. i dumped the rice down the sink. when the steam plume hit me in the face over the sink i nearly gagged.
and now i'm blogging at 1:55. need to be in boston at 2:30. the salmon is still orange in the middle. theough i'm tempted, i can't take my motorcycle into work because of the wrist.
fart.
posted by Hooker at 1:53 PM
5 Comments:
you should have called me. i would have driven you... or tried to convince you to call in and drink and record more.
- kiley
you can eat orange in the middle salmon... I cook my grocery store salmon pretty much raw in the middle and I've never gotten sick. I also despise coconut but do enjoy coconut milk... have you tried it? I've never had it from powder though.
yeah i eat sushi salmon and stuff. i just want it cooked when i cook it. it came out fine, btw. thank the lord.
Sounds like an eventful lunch, Hooker. :) Oh, how was Fort Point Open Studios last weekend? I was at Lucky's Lounge on Friday night and saw the sign.
it was good. lots of walking. free snacks. some amazing art. tons of shitty art. very jealous of the living situations some of these people had. very recommended for next year if you're into art at all.
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