Tacos

I know, I know, I'm posting 3 times in as many days. I literally have over doubled the number of posts in this blog. But its Friday, and I hate being productive on Friday. I need to focus on getting into weekend mentality. I work too hard (not).

Anyways, yesterday I decided I wanted to make tacos. And make them with chicken like Emilia taught me. So I got home from the gym at 8, and realized that I had frozen the fresh chicken I bought because mommy said it would go bad after a week. Well, methinks, I will just cook it a little longer. It'll be fine. So I try to get it out of the packaging, but it is frozen to the Styrofoam. I run it under water for like 10 min and eventually it becomes unstuck (that water was fucking hot). Then I just put the hunk of slimy meat in my George Foreman and turn the heat all the way up. Says cooking time for chicken is 9-13 minutes. I'll give the frozen chicken 30 min.

So I shower. Check back 30 min later. Chicken is still pink. Hmmm. Oh the grill wasn't turned on. Come back 25 min later. Barely cooked at all. So I look up how to cook frozen chicken online, and it says you have to cook it double the time. So I give it another 20 min. By this time it's almost 930, and I give up and make soup. But since the chicken is already cooking, I have to finish it. Finally, around 945 the chicken looks done. So I cut it up and simmered it with the taco seasoning. Then I put it in Tupperware containers and saved it for tonight. I hope it is edible and not salmonella-ized.

I am an awful cook. Good thing I cook mostly frozen meals (many of which I manage to burn because I get distracted by shiny things)