it turns out i suck at cooking. my dad and i were making a dinner for my old babysitter, the Italian grandmother who used to look after me growing up, and my only job was to look after the rice. rice! the easiest food; the food i make fun of meaghan for messing up (granted not as much as tim does, but still, there’s a pact that i am an active part of). so i of course assume that we’re just winging the rice, and pour it into the water/butter mixture my dad has already prepared for me. oops, didn’t add the seasoning like the box told me. oops, didn’t check the time to see when it would be done. oh, and i offered to take over the chicken to make up for my rice-making errors, and i overcooked that. none of it tasted terrible, but still… i love food, i should be a really freakin’ good cook!