The roast beef mission was a success. It happened on Thursday. For a while we had been saying, “Yeah, I feel like eating a big hunk of meat”, so we had been planning on having this night for a while. At the supermarket we went for a $15 blade pot roast…which isn’t bad at all considering that it was being split between five people. We also got an apple pie for dessert.

I started on that roast as soon as we got back, and it sat cooking for a good 2-3 hrs. Well, in the end it was a bit overcooked (my fault entirely). There wasn’t any blood left at all in the thing–which isn’t a total loss since Marie doesn’t like blood in her meat. Me on the other hand, I wouldn’t have minded having a bit of red in the meat.

I thought the meat was a bit dry. Everyone else said it was just fine. They all enjoyed the gravy that came with it. Next time, I’ll improve on it, but I’d say it was a good first attempt with my roommates. I’ve done roasts so many times at home that I’m quite experienced. Of course, being in a new environment, you can count on something wrong happening.

Meh, no worries. My reputation as a good cook is still intact.

Warning, this entry contains some graphic details as to why milk is evil.

I was warned. Hoo boy, I was warned…actually, it was after the fact, but yeah…it was a very VERY rough Friday for me.

Prior to going home, Steve had found that his milk was going to expire the day we were going to leave. So, not wanted to waste the milk we decided to have a go at it and drink as much as possible. He was able to drink three normal size mugs, which is pretty admirable. I decided to go all out try to finish as much as possible. After two double-sized mugs we warned me against continuing, but I insisted on not wasting the milk. After the third I poured a fourth and just stared at it for a good 4 minutes. Then I counted down, “3…2…1…” and downed it all in one go.

In the end I ended up chugging 4 double-sized mugs of the stuff. That totals about 2 litres or so. I didn’t feel well directly afterwards. However, at the time it was just because I was filled with way too much liquid. When the girls found out, Yvonne was insisting that Asians are not meant to drink milk. Marie was warning me that if I had to shit in her car she’d kick me out anywhere on the highway.

I insisted that I was alright.

About halfway there, I asked Yvonne whether I could use her bathroom. I just had to pee, and when I got there it was quite the relief. I kept on insisting to everyone that I was alright, I mean, I only had to urgently pee at the time. Oh, but when I was finally dropped off at my minivan things took a turn for the worse. From that point forward I was experiencing severe diarrhea, gas, and cramps. Luckily we had to stop at my aunt’s house for a break…also, the ride home wasn’t too long…but yeah, it was a tough ride home.

So yes, never again will I do something so silly. I haven’t developed a phobia for milk or anything like that, but I’ll think twice about consuming large amounts. Also, I might look into buying that lactose free type of milk from now on (if I ever buy milk). Watch out people.

Actually, I think the brand name is Dempsters. It was Texas Toast style thickness.

Why am I describing bread? Well, last Saturday I was busy in some sort of meeting meaning that I was unable to take the grocery shuttle to the market.

Probably for the best though, I mean I usually end up spending WAY too much on food. It’s not even the junk food type or anything like that. Its the bloody meats that are expensive.

But anyway, back to the loaf of bread…

I was starting to struggle to find something to eat earlier today. There’s only so much ramen that you can eat.

Actually it was only one package with which I added some cayenne and pre-cooked meatballs for a hearty lunch. It’s not much, especially compared to first term. Man, back then me and Steve were really eating like poor students. We went through a 24 pack of ramen in less than a week

So yeah, I look in the back of the fridge and I find this loaf of bread that I had forgotten. Immediately I could hear my mind going ding ding ding ding ding. Oh, but then I saw the “Best Before” date. It read “MA28″. Well, I took the loaf out, showed it to Yvonne, and asked her, “do you think it’s still OK?”

Well gee, that’s a silly question.

She did warn me not to eat the thing, but when I reached in and took a piece out I could find absolutely no sign of moldy or fuzzy growth. I took a deep breath in the bag, and hey, it still smelled like bread–perhaps a tad stale, but maybe still edible. I decide to take the bold step and stick two pieces in the toaster.

I topped it off with raspberry jam, and slowly downed the pieces. There was nothing wrong that my taste buds could sense. Although I do remember thinking about how very VERY stale it was. I also remember remembering that I had thought the same thing when I ate a slice or two three weeks earlier.

Well, I survived. It’s not that I’m poor, it’s just that I’m too lazy to take the bus out to the supermarket.

At least the bread was still alright. I’m not even going to go near that carton of Vanilla Hazelnut Soy Beverage that I tried once and never got around to finishing. I think I bought that carton around early May.

I shudder to think what it looks like inside that thing.