Complaining. And pimping

I managed to cook the worst dinner ever tonight. It's one thing to have a grand experiment go terribly wrong (been there, done that) but this? The trout was fishy, the baked potatoes had a nasty metallic taste and carrots were rubbery. That's what I get for forsaking Peapod and venturing into an actual grocery store.

Bleh.

We are now eating toast. With butter and strawberry jelly. Meanwhile, the cats are very happy and full of trout.

Now for the pimping portion of the show: Go and check out the atlantisbasics fic challenge! Only a couple more days left for sign-ups. Come on...you know you want to sign up. And, you know, maybe request a fic where they break into the kitchen and cook lousy food.

::wishes she hadn't signed up already::