My parents left me alone (bad idea) and I had two options: crisps or rice with pulled pork. Because I need to learn to fend for myself, I picked the rice.
Here is what I learned:
- The stuff on the bottom of the plastic tub about Cat E and wattage doesn't actually mean anything that important if all you're trying to do is make rice.
- Two minutes is either not long enough or a little too long. I have no idea which. On the one hand, the rice was still in semisolid clumps.On the other, see below.
- When they tell you to 'check it's hot', there has got to be a better way than touching boiling-hot rice, pulling your finger back in agony, swearing, and setting your internal monologue off with fuck that's hotter than Bucky Barnes in Kevlar** how the fuck has the plastic not melted? That is not very scientific at all. Maybe I need a thermometer. (Do we have a thermometer?)
- The plastic will not melt. That may not be how microwaves work.
- For someone studying Physics I know painfully little about how microwaves work.
- A two-portion tub of basmati rice and a whole packet of pork is way too much for one person to eat.
- Hot rice + cold pork = really fucking weird.
- My finger still feels strange.
- Revision is more important than blogging about my boring life so I need to sort out my priorities.
- I may not survive at university.
On the bright side, I didn't blow anything up and probably don't have food poisoning. Plus this is the first meal I prepared for myself and I'm sort of proud of it. Hence the blog post. Sorry it's so short and dumb.
Maybe I should start some sort of food-based side project...
*that time I reheated pasta doesn't count. Also, I fucked up and it was somehow still cold.
**is it Kevlar? I kinda just assumed. Does it matter? (In this context, not really.)
