In my defense, our one bedroom junior apt has the smallest kitchen known to man. We literally have zero counter space. From left to right our kitchen is layed out as follows: fridge, stove, microwave, dish drying rack, sink, wall. Period. That's it. No counter. I'm sure the kitchen would present a challenge even to Raechel Ray or Emerill.
I have a second issue....no skills. At my job as a nurse, I am affectionately known as, "the girl who can't cook." Apparently several of my coworkers have passed around stories of my cooking escapades like whisper-down-the-lane. In a single day I had 3 colleagues bring me cookbooks, all of which were just a little bit nicer than "Cooking for Dummies."
Ok so first I will start with the salmon. I'm not entirely sure that the fish itself wasn't just bad. I bought it at the grocery store and they put some marinade right on it for me. I'm thinking Great!, Easy! John and I decided we weren't in the mood for salmon that night so we left it in the fridge until the following day. I cooked it according to the package directions. When I was done it was a funky, slimy, congealed, mess. It was so bad I wouldn't even let John attempt to eat it.
A few days later I thought I actually had a victory. My friend Ashley sent me some great williams-sonoma cookbooks. They had this great coconut-lime shrimp in there. So I made it. It was actually delicious! I was so excited. John was too! He was sooo excited that he ate like 3 plates of it. Next thing we know, poor John had hives everywhere! So much for success...
Those are just of a couple of stories...I could go on and on!
