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Tonight, we played Iron Chef or whatever, where we got a secret ingredient and added it to spaghetti. We got cheez its. We decided to make meatballs and roll them in cheez it crumbs. All was well until we had to cook it, then things took a turn for the worse. We had to mash them up in order for it to fit in with the sauce, and due to the intense amount of raw meat inside the pot, we could not taste test it for fear of waking up some time later in the hospital with numerous IV's and our mothers crying by our bedside as the doctor shakes his head sadly.
The suspicious concoction looked like this:
Like vomit in a pot. Ew, ew, ew. We kept faithfully stirring until it started bubbling madly and popping everywhere. I named it Meat Vesuvius. We decided to take it off the heat immediately and try again. It was a shame to waste all that food (especially since there are children starving in Africa), but we really had no choice in the matter. At that point, our hands were tied. We gave up and began a pleasant vegetarian sauce with cheez its. It ended up wonderfully, and we topped it off fancily, like so:
Significantly better. And I could actually eat it! I'm going off meat for Lent, in case you didn't know. Which you probably didn't, because I decided it today. Forty days of life as a vegetarian. I might die. Or lose weight. I'm hoping for the latter, honestly. Bathing suit season IS coming up, after all... Random tangent. Sorry.
Anywho, it was a fun, wholesome recreational activity, despite the fact that ISTILLHAVENOTFOUNDADATETOSADIES. THE STRESS NEVER ENDS.

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