Another Cooking Disaster

I know I am not good in the kitchen, which is why I stay out of it. I'd rather schlep out in the cold to Steve's Prince of Steaks and pay way too much for a cheesesteak, than have to figure out measurements and cooking times. No matter how much I follow the directions on the recipe, it doesn't work. I'm not stupid! I did what you told me! It just wasn't meant to be I suppose.

So here I am watching the latest shitty episode of Glee. Why? Don't ask me b/c I don't have the answer anymore. Well there's a draft in my room, which I think the wind just comes right through the wall. So I decide to have some hot chocolate. Simple enough. My mom then tells me that if I use the pot, I have to wash it out and then clean it back up again afterwards. Ugh, too much work to even think about, let alone do. But this song that Puck is singing is driving me insane, so I need to get away from the TV. I decide to go the microwave route which sucks. A hot chocolate from the microwave is like eating tofu turkey. It's just not the same.

So I get two packets out b/c everybody knows that 2 packets make it so much more chocolatey and better. So I find the mug in the cabinet. It's not my usual Batman mug b/c that one right now is packed up and in storage. Oh the joys of living back at home. The mugs here are abnormally small but I decide to go for it anyway. I fill it with water and put it in the microwave for a minute. Hmmmm, not hot enough. It's gotta go in for another minute. I go back in the room to see if there's a hot lesbian scene between Santana and Brittany and by the time I get back, my cup runneth over. Literally. The hot chocolate was bubbling over and going everywhere. I think I should stop it right away, but I think, eh, let's just have the minute go out b/c the damage is done. It was a hot chocolate lava mess. My mom's biggest pet peeve is a mess in the microwave. I try to clean it up before she can see, but my dad came home at that exact moment and decided to announce it like a presidential speech that I made the biggest mess in the world.

So the moral of the story is that the next time I want hot chocolate, I'm going to drive to 711 or Wawa and pay. The way America should be.