I made an egg today.

Just fried one up. Didn't take pictures cause really...? It's an egg. If I did anything special to it, I'd have made a post about it.

The situation here is getting better. Though the man and I had a stern conversation in which he informed me that I aggravate him and that we don't click and blah blah blah, when he came home from being out with friends, we talked about our nights and joked around and laughed for the first time in so long. Maybe we can be friends after all.

Planning on giving the apartment manager my application fee today, then deposit and rent once I get the moolah.

Slowly transitioning into a life I might be able to love.

Hillary

Horrible timing.

I suppose I shouldn't have promised to update this blog so often. This time in my life is filled with bad moods, little to no money, and leftovers. My ex-boyfriend treats me like I'm a stranger, the conversations are kept short and even then, he doesn't act very interested. I stay home all day and wallow, coming up with new budgets and new ideas for my life now that I'm essentially on my own.

So when I'm usually in the kitchen cooking for us both, we're now living in awkward silence, losing our appetites and never eating with each other.

I should be moving into my own place in 1-2 weeks. Gimme a break til then. If I do create anything in the oven or on the stove, there will be pictures.

Thanks.


Sigh,

Hillary

I forgot to eat today.

SORRY! I woke up at 9:30 AM and stayed on the phone with my mom until 11 AM and then heated up some tortellini and that's all she wrote.

I don't think I'll be cooking anything tonight, but maybe tomorrow. I've lost my appetite mainly because of the [ex]-boyfriend/jerk who is still in my life. It's hard to be hungry when somebody's being a total ass to you, excuse my french.

In any case, each day that I cook, or don't cook, there will be a post about my day. Just so you know that I'm not dropping off the face of the Earth. And if I don't post, I'm probably traveling. California soon...yay?


I'm gonna go have a yogurt and maybe get dressed...it's like 3 in the afternoon.


Shamelessly,

Hillary

Can't spoil a dinner I haven't made yet!

Ah, pesto chicken and tortellini. I was introduced to this deliciousness in my late relationship (RIP) and ever since I've loved it. I have a thing for pesto, and here's the deal - you either love pesto and will eat it on any kind of pasta, sandwich, or meat OR you absolutely hate the stuff. Well, I just so happen to fall into the first category.

So here's how we make it. Maybe it'll become your favorite too.

Big ol' pot
5 quarts of water
1 tsp olive oil
Chicken
Buitoni Three Cheese Tortellini
Buitoni basil pesto sauce
Pasta drainer
Probably a big ol' tupperware container

Here's how I lay it all out.

Well, you boil the water and add about 1 tsp of olive oil to keep the pasta from later sticking together.

 

Get a nice boil goin' and then plop all the pasta into the water, stirring occasionally.

After about 7-8 minutes, the tortellini should have expanded and become soft. Cook to taste.

 

While all of this is going, your chicken should either be grilling, baking, or microwaving (if you're like me - lazy).

 

Fork up the chicken so it looks kind of shredded. It's not all that yummy when you have big blocks of chicken in the pasta, so the shredded chicken is the way to go. If you have one, put it in a big ol' tupperware container that has a tight-sealing lid.

 

Drain your delicious pasta in the sink and shake it til alllllll the excess water comes out.

 

 Now dump it in the tupperware with your forked chicken.

Take a fork or spoon and glob on the pesto. I usually do about 2-3 globs. This eyeballing method is actually a professional culinary skill, you just don't know it.

Seal the lid and make sure it won't fly off. Shake this puppy up until all the pesto is evenly mixed into the pasta and the chicken. It may take about a minute of shaking, but I usually dance to pass the time.

Open it up and BAM! You have pesto chicken and three cheese tortellini! Shovel into mouth immediately as it is most delicious when hot. You can eat it cold too, but this stuff will be microwaveable for days.

 

Eat up!

I'll be back tomorrow with either an omelet or some sort of breakfast food. See you then!

Selfishly satisfied,

Hillary

Product placement at its greatest.

BROWNIES!

I'm not incredibly original so I just made box brownies. They're Betty Crocker Fudge Brownies and oh how I wish good ol' Betty would give me money each time I make her food. All it takes is:

BOX O' BETTY
1/4 water
2/3 veggie oil
2 eggs
13 x 9 pan
Some PAM cookin' spray
and a bowl to mix it all up in.
I use beaters because I'm lazy.

 

I'm sure you can guess the next step: you put it all together!

 

 

Then you blend the crap out of it. Or spoon it, if you're not as lazy as I am.

 

Grease up your 13 x 9 and pour it evenly into the pan, leaving just enough brownie mix in the bowl so you can eat it and not feel like a total fatty. Lick beaters and spoons accordingly.

 

 

Stick that puppy in the oven.

I put it in for about 21 minutes, though the box wants you to burn it and buy a new box by leaving it in for 24-27 minutes.

 

 Et voila! You pull it out and stick a toothpick or something in it to make sure it's done, but not too done. This batch is perfectly ooey gooey!

 

Let it cool, and enjoy!

Upon making these brownies, I realized I haven't even had dinner yet. I was about to heat up some leftover chili but I'd really like to keep my insides from ending up in my pants. So, up next - Pesto Chicken and Three Cheese Tortellini!

Selfishly,

Hillary

The birth of greatness.

At this point, you're probably wondering why in the world I'd make a blog like this. You might be asking yourself "What would drive a person  to make such a pointlessly selfish blog and let the public see it?"

I'll tell you what.

On Valentine's Day 2010, my boyfriend and I split up. I still don't have the answers to all the questions I need to ask, but I put so much of myself into a relationship that he just threw away. Needless to say, I'm a little pissed.

So I've decided to just take care of myself and not anyone else. I've learn to trust no one but myself, believe nothing but my gut, and to always be my own top priority.

Tonight, I decided to make brownies. I still live with said Valentine's-Day-ruining-[ex]-boyfriend due to my own financial pickle, and despite that, these brownies are mine, all mine. I proclaimed to the world (a.k.a. facebook) "I think I'm gonna make brownies and not share." And so I shall.

I was speaking with my friend Arem who lives in California, and he suggested I just take pictures of the cooking/preparing process and make a blog called "I COOK AND YOU CAN'T HAZ ANY". I laughed my head off at the thought and brushed it off as a hilarious joke. And then it dawned on me.

It wouldn't be out of character for me to do something like that.

And thus, this blog was created.

So, that's my story and I'm stickin' to it. Brownie pictures are up next.


Selfishly,

Hillary