But first, Monday.
I set our microwave on fire Monday night. Completely unintentionally. The moral of this story (because there always is one...) always read all of the directions first before commencing the recipe. Because generally there are key words you might miss otherwise. For example: Cook for eight minutes on high. Some microwaves cook at different temperatures, so be sure to monitor your potato chips. ~ When they say this, they mean it. I didn't and it so did. I set our microwave on fire. And Erin and I reacted about the same, which was to hope that the fire would go out on its own.
It didn't.
So we put it out.
So we had ceviche, Ruffles with Ridges, and sangria. Whilst watching Weeds for our Monday night extravaganza. I'm now taking applications to be my Monday night buddy for a short period of time between Erin's exit and mine. Little effort involved. Must like: cooking, baking, wine, Fleetwood Mac, being a hermit, beer, libations, fresh food, our bodega across the street, The Porch, sleeping, genuine people, and vacations. If interested, apply within. Much pressure, big shoes to fill.
Must also keep calm under pressure and have extreme anti-social tendencies when appropriate.
So out of the three recipes attempted on Monday night (the new Friday), two were an unabashed success. Ceviche and sangria were amazing. The potato chips were awesome when baked - regular AND purple yams! But the microwave potato crisps remain on hold.
Setting my microwave on fire once in one week is enough for now.
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