Get Money, Cook Meals

Published June 22, 2009

You guys, all I do anymore is eat. And it's great. Observe:

Caiti lovingly gashed at some wieners to identify whose they were and also to pressure me into eating three, which I did effortlessly. Let it be known that I don't mess around with food.

Caiti and Arune invested in a monstrous pot for the express purpose of making hot wings. While we were on edge for the entire frying process in fear of burning down the house in a grease fire, our worries were allayed and our efforts were rewarded. I don't claim to compete with the King and Queen of Wingdom, but after having conveyed my intention of stopping after my tenth wing, Monica rallied their highnesses and persuaded me to make it a bakers dozen. In spite of being the largest person present, I still wound up eating the least, but 13 wings ain't no joke. Quality over quantity? Not everything's a competition? I don't know.

I continued my cream-heavy lifestyle with my own rendition of Shepherd's Pie. No lamb, just beef, corn, potatoes, and perfection. Thanks for the recipe, moms! Fear not, parents, vegetarians, and other health-conscious peoples, I'm actually eating quite well. On second thought, sorry veggieheads; I have no comforting words for you.

Master Chef Arune has kept our nostrils stimulated on many occasions, most recently with a delicious Indian dish he called "Butter Chicken." Don't let the modest name fool you, that stuff's got mad flavors. In my opinion we oughtta just skip the whole inadequate, ambiguous translation thing and call it by its right name, which, if I am correct, is Makhani Chicken. Scrumptious. Just to round things out, here's a final picture of our ingenious method for covering an enormous amount of rice, which, according to my books, is a staple that Monica has practically mastered:

Stay tuned for more adventures of Crow And His Growing Belly! I'll also warn you that I'm holding out on you with some adorable bunny pictures. Gandalf is the man.