Food

A couple of years ago, I was really craving potstickers. I had made them before so it wasn't really a big deal. I was on the phone with the guy I was dating at the time and then all of a sudden the pan start smoking really badly. The smoke alarm started going off and it was really embarrassing to have to get my sister to stop freaking out by explaining what was going on, the potstickers to stop burning, and then go to the garage to stop the fuse box all while on the phone with this guy. He pretty much still laughs at me whenever we talk. I'm never going to live that down apparently.

Then, another time, I was making macaroni and cheese and I forgot to put water in the pot. More smoke alarm time. Fun stuff. I melted part of the pan.

Despite all of this, I'm actually a good cook. I'm not lying. Seriously! Ha.

As far as other food experiences go, I am apparently really sensitive to germs in food and have had like five different cases of food poisoning. The worst of it was probably in sophomore year and I was throwing up for like four days because of some milk. I basically sat at home for that time and consumed only gatorade because for whatever reason, it's one of the only things that calms down my stomach. That is one of the worst feelings in the world. Ew.