Kinda Smells Funny, But Tastes Real Good

"You open a package of Ramen noodles and put it in a cereal bowl. Fill it with water, and disregard any that sloshes over the side while on your way to the microwave. Put the bowl in there, and set the timer for 9 minutes and 11 seconds (like the phone number). When done, take out and enjoy. Don't worry, it kinda smells funny, but it tastes real good." According to my six-year-old brother, Peter, this is the process of making noodles that he taught me last night. Fortunately, I was there with a paper towel to clean the spilled water, and stop the microwave after 5 minutes.

I remember being his age and trying to make different things. My mom was a good cook, so I'd try to do what she did. Heck, I even salted and peppered my dad's pancake batter one time. Just because my mom said that those two spices made everything taste better. My dad couldn't believe I had done that, but we ate our fiesta spiced breakfast anyway.

Of course, that isn't the worse thing that's happened in our kitchen. A lot of people enjoy the food that comes out of this house, but let me tell you, practice makes perfect. The specimens of our practice usually get hidden away in a trash can or given to dogs who seem to have no taste buds. Among our kitchen experiments, we've had scrambled eggs made with baking soda (It should have made them fluffy, instead, they turned green.), waffle irons filled to the brim with batter (The batter rising from the soda wasn't taken into consideration. This glued itself shut and made a huge mess everywhere.), biscuits trying to be baked in a toaster (Not a toaster oven, just a regular toaster.), five silver-dollar pancakes being microwaved for 30 minutes (This caught the microwave on fire and prompted my dad to throw it out the front door.), baby food being warmed in the microwave with the metal lid still on the jar (This melted some of the plastic on the new microwave.), popcorn being cooked wrong-side-up (The hot oil ruined the remaining plastic in the interior of the new microwave.), and countless occasions of "masharoni and cheese" (Super-saturated macaroni with cheese.). Only some of the things listed were my fault, but in the end no one got hurt. So that's good. I'm happy to say that we've had the same microwave for quite some time now.

So, if you're ever invited over for dinner, don't sweat it, just come prepared to enjoy the meal. After all, what you don't know, can't hurt you, right? haha!

I've got to go. Sorry this isn't my best blog. Life's been pretty mundane, but I thought I'd post something. :-)

Brent the Magnificent