No Betty Crocker

So, I thought that after my 2 mile trek in the 5 inches of snow last night to the bank, I should probably not spend anymore money for awhile. It's almost kind of sad. You walk for an hour after midnight after 5 inches of frozen water fell from the sky only to realize you are as broke as a joke. But it is no joke, no one is laughing-well, maybe the guy driving his Ford down the road watching me running through the snow in my drunken stupor. I'm surprised I wasn't killed-what with walking on the street half the time and pouncing in the snow on the unseen sidewalk the other half. Not to mention the impairment involved from beer and vodka laced with cold medicine. I'm sure if I would have been completely sober I would not have put on my Rebox running pants, snow boots, mittens and Nike hat at 12:30 in the morning just to deposit money into the bank. With that said, eating in tonight. Hmmm...what to make. Considering the only reason I have to be in the kitchen is to get another beer-wait, the beer is downstairs. OK, so I literally have no reason to be in the kitchen then. I am no Betty Crocker, Susie Homemaker or even George Foreman for that matter. But, I'm hungry, cold and tired. I'm going to make something worth eating. And maybe if they are lucky, I'll take it over to my neighbors so they can enjoy the wonderfulness of my creation. I should probably try to make something first, though.
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I just made a quiche. I have no idea how it will turn out or if it will even be worth eating, as previously mentioned, my culinary skills are lacking. I also have a tendency not to follow recipes and just go with how I feel. Throw in a little bit of that, a little bit of this. Well, I guess when making such things as quiches and pies-or anything that specifies a certain size baking container for it to go in, you should heed by the quantities outlined in the recipe. My filling was just a bit overflowing. And my crust...well, you don't really see the crust much anyway, right?
I believe I will now watch some more Green Wing while I wait for my lunch to cook and then maybe I'll head on over to the neighbors. I'm sure they have their driveway shoveled by now. Heck, I shoveled this morning after I was torn from my slumber by a friend in need. Mind as well be productive after a phone call like that, I suppose. Now what do I do? Make food and watch HuLu!

Ciao for now!