Not bad, not bad. We were going to have Nirchi’s pizza again, so I had to run home to fix myself dinner just to avoid digesting a slice of those dry cheesyless cheese pizza; moz cheese scantly rested on top of the poorly marinated tomato sauce. Both parties of the Nirchi’s branded topping and sauce refuse to outwardly acknowledge each other’s existence.
I’m gonna call this, “MacChicken Signs The Peace Treaty for Milk and Fermented Ethanol”
Friends-approved.
Good morning,
Got a hankering stomach with the bottomless pit? Gratify your unhappy tummy with my sub-par recipe. Great for the drunkards who have coughed up their guts till their very last undigested piece of carrot had made its exit through the mouth.
Hope I’ve caught your appetite there…
I haven’t eaten anything but greek salad and italian pasta salad at home for the past month, so I’ve decided to make myself a semi-unhealthy dish.
Chicken breast (cut into smaller chunks)
Egg omelette (yes, it’s overcooked. so fucking what? it’s on my plate, not yours.)
Steamed rice
