The Other White Meat

When I lived alone, it made absolutely no sense to cook any meals for myself:

1. I had no one to impress
2. Recipes are always meant for a minimum of 4 people
3. Even if I cut the recipe in half, there would still be leftovers
4. Leftovers are always gross reheated so I'd either be eating gross, reheated leftovers or more likely just throwing them away once they started to grow mold in my fridge
5. I'm pretty lazy and would much rather take 2 seconds to push a button on the microwave vs. making any more effort than what is minimally required

But after I moved in with my husband (who had the same exact feelings about cooking for 1 that I did), I felt like it might be slightly more worth the effort of cooking, now that there were two people to feed. So lately I've been seeing a lot of commercials for pork. I have never in my life eaten pork, but have always been curious. They market it as "the other white meat," and since chicken is pretty good (the original white meat, I suppose), I thought pork couldn't be that bad either, and I picked up a package the last time I was at the grocery store.

So last night we were trying to figure out what to do for dinner...get fast food, make a frozen pizza, microwave a Lean Cuisine...but I noticed that the pork was getting to the date where I either needed to use it or freeze it. So I found a recipe online for a casserole and decided to give it a try.

As soon as I put the pork in the skillet, I knew I would hate it. It smelled like feet. Like...a LOT like feet. But trying not to disappoint my husband after I already committed myself to cooking, I decided to go ahead with it anyway. I figured that maybe if I just added a lot more cheese than what was called for, it might overpower the foot taste. But I ended up overcooking the pork on the outside of all the pieces, and half the pieces were tough on the inside; the other half were raw on the inside.

So I asked my husband if he would mind NOT having pork for dinner, to which he quite happily responded that it was fine with him that my cooked skills had failed. So I guess you can add another item to the aforementioned list of why I don't cook...

6.  I suck at cooking.