2 posts tagged “cooking”
I'm so excited! It's my day off! That means I get to go shopping (looking for a new Philosophy bodywash) and I get to make dinner! I know most of you may not get as excited as I do when Sunday roles around, but because of my school schedule, and the fact that I have to work every other Sunday, I usually only end up with one non-academic day off every other week. So, now I'm going to Nordstrom, and then I'll be headed to the grocery store to buy ingredients for dinner. I'll post pictures later, provided that it turns out half-decent and Chad gives it a good rating.
Characters:
Amanda: A 25 year old who is too overly confident in her cooking skills. She is also drop-dead gorgeous.
Chad: A 30 year old hottie, who happens to be Amanda's live-in boyfriend.
Act I, Scene I
Amanda is at work when the phone rings.
Amanda: It's an outstanding day at Dior, this is Amanda. (there is a lack of enthusiasm in her voice.)
Chad: Hey hun.
(they chat for a few moments)
Amanda: What do you want for dinner?
Chad: Meatballs.
Amanda: Meatballs?
Chad: Spaghetti and meatballs.
Amanda:.....
Act I, Scene II
Amanda drives home on her lunch break, to make herself a peanut butter and marmalade sandwich and look up some simple recipes involving meatballs. She is determined not to make just simple spaghetti and meatballs, because she is full of herself and believes that she is far too good of a cook to stoop to simple meatballs. Her search brings her to a recipe involving baked ziti and turkey meatballs. Simple fare, she thinks.
Act II, Scene II
Amanda is in the kitchen. The phone rings.
Amanda: Hello?
Chad: Hey. I'm at the grocery store. Do you want some beer?
Amanda: H%$L yeah I want some beer!
Act II, Scene II
Amanda is still in the kitchen. There is smoke around her. There is an oily, charred smell in the air. The meatballs are turning dark brown, and her head is starting to feel light because all she ate today was a peanut butter and marmalade sandwich, and has now had beer. She wonders how people can make meatballs that are cooked on the inside and not hard on the outside. Having had too much beer, she throws the rest of her ingedients into a casserole in a slap-dash fashion and exits the kitchen.
Chad: How's dinner coming?
Amanda: Dunno. Go open the oven and check.
Chad: What are you doing?
Amanda: Writing a blog.
Chad: Are you drunk?
Amanda: Slightly.
Chad: But you've only had one beer.
Amanda: That's the way it goes....
...and so ends our scene. How will the ziti turn out? Will Chad get salmonella? Will somebody please get Amanda another beer? Find out tomorrow, or next time Amanda has two beers....
