Famished

I wouldn't say I'm a picky eater.

Last night was the first real food I'd had in two days. Two full days. My day off was wasted by trying to eat cheetos and having to sleep off a tummy ache that struck not once but twice.

Rob's mom is home, and that means she does the cooking. I wouldn't mind so much because she also does the cleaning, and I do hate dishes with a passion.

The trouble is she can't cook.

I would be understanding if it were something really strange. But its not. Its the normal stuff burned and dry and disgusting. She got a box of panko. I thought she was going to finally make porkchops right. Normally she just cuts off all of the fat on the porkchop and throws it into a skillet and fries it. No oil, no salt, no butter, no nothing. So panko I was thinking YAY. Turns out she used the panko on mac and cheese in the oven. I don't like mac and cheese in the oven, Never. Mac and cheese is supposed to be gooey soft warm and delicious and cheeeeeeesy. Not hard and dry and bland.

Also, I had heard people at work say they don't like cooking chicken  because they don't like it dry? I've never been able to make chicken and not have it soft and tender and juicy. In the meantime, robbie brings me in a piece of chicken from dinner and feeds it to me in bed and I can't stop choking on it.

IDK.

I have added soup at hand thingies and a ton of instant ramen to the stash under the bed so I can get some nutrients on my days off and before I go to work. Thinking about it now I probably should have picked up more of the soup cups.

I need to cook soon I think. I miss stir frys and tonkatsu and rice dinners.