I feel sick, but not as sick as I could feel.
Update: Duke 67, WVU 73. Sigh.
I feel sick, but not as sick as I could feel.
Update: Duke 67, WVU 73. Sigh.
It has been ages since I’ve blogged, and at least one of my four subscribers reminds me of this regularly. So, here goes.
I’ve come home pretty late from work, and I’m pretty uninspired when it comes to assembling some sort of dinner. After staring at the fridge fruitlessly for a while, I’m struck by an inspiration of sorts. I’ll make bachelor chow. Now, I have no idea what is in the original bachelor chow (nor do I want to know), but my bachelor chow is just the name I’ve given to the worst thing that I cook for myself on purpose.
So, here is the basic recipe:
Makes one serving: 3-4 oz. pasta, preferably penne, but anything will suffice 1/4 jar pasta sauce, any tomato-based variety shredded cheese. I use Sargento’s 4-cheese mexican.
This recipe violates almost every thing I’ve learned about cooking, but it takes me back to my just-out-of-college days when I was equally as lazy and less polluted by cookbooks, Cooks Illustrated, and Food Network.