chicken run

i did something incredibly stupid today.

a dear friend had gifted me with a box of chicken rice mix when i left for stockholm.

realising that i'd 10 days to go, i thought i better use it up. nevermind that it was enough mix to flavour 1kg of rice. i spent the afternoon measuring out the right amount (no mean feat converting weight to volume to metric to pint, you get the picture) and having to guesstimate the entire time because we don't have measuring cups in our kitchen. we've a fancy schmancy mixer but nope, no measuring cups. and then i'd to wash the rice, like, seven times. because i'm too cheap to buy good rice. hence my rice is always so very dirty i get the heebie jeebies and i have to wash it until the water runs clear (usually six times). and then i cooked the rice in the cooker, which took forever because it was enough for an army. and i stirred the rice halfway through as instructed. then i portioned the rice onto plates to cool, had some, shared some with the frenchies (which they promptly rolled into their burritos - ???!) and then once the rice had cooled (after half an hour on my windowsill), i packed it all into my one litre ziplock and heaved a sigh of relief, thinking i was so smart and so capable and so domestic.

then i called him.

and he just said, 'but sweetie, you don't even like rice. why didn't you use the paste to cook the 2kg of frozen chicken you've got sitting in your freezer?'

now is it just me or did you hear that bubble burst too?