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[dream_labyrinth]

I cooked today.
That is really, really rare. (yes, I know that a 22-year-old should be able to cook, but I don't like to so I try to get around it.)
If I'm alone, I usually just have a microwave dish, or something that just needs to have boiling water poured over it. But it was Sunday, and at least my little brother was here. I've last seen my older brother, D, yesterday, he's out with his girlfriend. In my car. Apparently, he never thought about the fact that my little brother might have needed a ride to the station tonight. (Turned out he didn't because his friends picked him up to drive back to the base, but I still don't like how D is acting)
Anyway, we had some chops, and noodles. I didn't feel like peeling potatoes, so I didn't complain when A said he didn't want them. And we had beans with that. Everything was edible, and ready at the same time, so everything was hot when we started to eat. That's even more rare in my cooking adventures.
We ate late, around 3 or 4, because A only woke up at something like 1 in the afternoon. And as of right now, no cramps, no food poisoning, no puking. Looks like we both survived. I'm proud of myself.
That's all.

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[proetida.livejournal.com]

Woo hoo! You cooked! It's rare for me to cook as well. I cooked a couple of times for S. and me while I was in Florida, but that's about it. I generally just make sandwiches. I have to admit, though, it was kinda fun--the whole cooking adventure. I probably should try it more often.

[dream-labyrinth.livejournal.com]

Yes, cooking can be fun. But I don't like cooking for other people. Makes me nervous to know that it isn't just me who might end up with something that tastes terrible, but others as well.

[proetida.livejournal.com]

Well, I always warn people that it might not taste good, and that we might have to get fast food instead.