Dinner time, eh? I made a double-thickness of aluminum foil and put two frozen chicken breasts in it. I sprinkled them with salt and lemon pepper, then topped them with some crushed garlic from Trader Joe’s. On top of that, I put about a cup of green beans. I folded the foil up and baked it, then opened the foil to brown the breasts a little.
Here comes the “guy” part.
After putting one chicken breast and some green beans in a container for lunch tomorrow, could I be bothered to get a plate? Even a paper plate? Nah. I just ate out of the foil I cooked it in whilst I stood over the stove.
Mundane and utterly pointless, I know. But it just struck me of how much of a bachelour thing that was.
Please. Ingredients from Trader Joe’s? Lemon pepper? A two-stage cooking process? What are you, some kind of a homo or something?
(I, who actually am some kind of a homo, could not possibly be bothered to do all that. Dinner is generally a chop, fried, with bread and margarine, or else takeout.)
Whhaaaa? You mean you go through all the hassle of using a stove, when the microwave is waayyyy easier to cleanup. Plus, if you have seven dishes, it means washing only once a week!
This is using the same logic as buying enough undies so you only need to do laundry every other week.
Was a great bit from a comedian about starting up a restaurant for single people, just so there’d be no raised eye-brow together with “Party of OnE?”
She said the brilliant part is ‘… there would be No tables, just a row of sinks along each wall, and everyone would eat, standing up over the sink …’
And … I agree with the other post … 2 stage cooking process?
max- bachelor … soup … from the can … no, not soup, from a can, but … soup from–the–can …
I kinda hate to admit it, but my favorite part of being single again is not having to cook dinner, every night. So, in the couple weeks since I became single, again, I’ve eaten tuna out of the can for dinner, twice. But, not standing at the sink. I was sitting in my one comfy chair, in front of my 43" rear projection TV. That’s a guy dinner!
I"m sorry Johnny, but you used the stove. I’ve been on my own now for 1.5 years and have used my oven a total of twice, maybe three times. Actually I didn’t use it, a woman used it to cook so I haven’t used it yet. The stove, I make noodles, hot water and eggs, that’s it. I own a nice table that my father got for me, I have eatten on it once, though I did do a puzzle on it. The chairs make a good place to hang my motorcycle jacket.
Mmmm… tuna from the can. Olives and pickles from the jar(s). A slice of American cheese. Maybe a flour tortilla. All standing in front of the fridge. Voila, dinner.
My brothers and I came up with a rule when we were all in college. More than 3 ingredients? That’s cooking. More than 4 ‘steps’? That’s cooking, too. If there’s ‘cooking’ involved, we tend to just sort-of stare forelornly at it, and try to think of something better to eat.
(granted, I’ve been told I cook pretty well when the need arises)