My parents went out to a Christmas party tonight, leaving me here to fend for myself. There were some french fries in the freezer, so I put them in the oven for a quick meal. While it was in there, I popped open a can of corned beef and heated that on the stove. Everything was ready in about 10 minutes. The result? Christ, that had to be one of the worst meals I had ever eaten.
The fries had been in the freezer for a very long time. They tasted as such. You know that taste you get when you eat something that’s been frozen for an extended period? Multiply that a few times and mix in the flavour of nasty potatoes, and you can imagine how bad that was.
The corned beef shouldn’t have been too bad. However, whenever I cook it, it always turns out odd. This time wasn’t any different. My first bite of the stuff made me regret opening the damn can. I probably would’ve fared better by cooking a box of Kraft Dinner.
This is one aspect of living at home that I don’t like. I don’t have a mental inventory of what’s in the freezer. When I’m off at university, I know what I’ve got, so I can plan meals out pretty effectively. If freezer burned fries and nasty corned beef is any indication, I’m remarkably incapable.
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