Instead of going back into the archives of the many slip-ups A and I have amassed over this past week, I’m going to start fresh and save that stuff for when we get into a rut. Although this isn’t a true “Adventure on Noe Street”, since, as Alex said, we’re stll in her aunt’s guest house, it’s an adventure in preparation for our imminent move.
On Saturday we decided we should probably cook the chicken that was in the freezer before it went bad. Plus, we were hungry. So we pulled the chicken out of the freezer, decided that we should probably stick it in the microwave to thaw it a bit (called Alex’s mother to confirm that we shouldn’t keep it on its styrofoam tray) and then proceeded to extract it from that tray. One tiny problem – the chicken was stuck to the paper that is supposed to keep it from sticking to the styrofoam tray. Oh the irony. 
We tried to peel it off, but no such luck. After about 30 minutes of letting it run under warm water and poking and prodding at it, we decided to give up, stuck it in the fridge, and headed out to Robert’s (a deli sort of food / convenience store) to buy sandwiches.
Last night we went for Attempt #2 since it the chicken wouldn’t last much longer in the fridge. We finally got it off of the tray and stuck it in a GladWare with some Italian Dressing to marinate (anything to avoid putting oil in the pan… interns have bad luck with that sort of thing). Later in the evening we mustered up enough energy (and guts) to attempt to cook it. Alex took over chicken duty. I was in charge of the rice.
Everything was going smoothly. We didn’t have butter or margerine for the rice, so we improvised with Italian dressing (something tells me we’re going to go through a lot of Italian dressing this summer). Things were cooking! Imagine that!
17-22 minutes for the rice. OK. Cool. I sat down on the other side of the kitchen island to wait it out. A few minutes later the kitchen started to smell verrry familiar: burnt rice. I ran over and checked on it… Yep… the entire bottom layer of rice had adhered itself to the bottom of the pan. Not just stuck, GLUED. Blackened and all. I managed to salvage the top layers of rice which ended up being just enough for the two of us. Phew!
I doused the pan in dishsoap and water and let it soak while we ate. After a good 30 minutes of chipping away at the pan, I managed to salvage it. It looks as good as new, if I do say so myself.
After a lot of work to finish it, dinner turner out to be a success. The chicken was cooked through, though a little tough and the rice that wasn’t burnt was good. All in all, it was satisfactory. An A effort.
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