Today I spent about an hour making dinner. I was thinking, "Hey, it'll be nice for everyone to have dinner together." It wasn't anything super special, just a tuna casserole, but I worked hard on it.
Anyway, I pulled it out of the oven and left it to cool off for a little bit. A minute or two later my housemates came back and I said, "You're just in time for dinner!"
No reply.
So I said, "The top came out a little wrong but it shouldn't be-Oh," I had stepped out of the kitchen into the other room to speak more directly with my housemates. I then noticed the KFC bag on the coffee table. "...Oh, you guys already got dinner. Never mind then."
I was honestly a little crushed. K said, "Yeah." R apologized. I told them it was okay and that they didn't know. I also said that it would keep for a couple days in the fridge. They seemed to feel a little better, at least R did. I don't really think K or C cared very much.
So I got myself a plate and went to my room to eat (I've been avoiding C, we got into a huge fight that I didn't post here, I find it's easier to deal with her when I don't have to deal with her :P). I still feel a little dejected but I know it wasn't like they said something like, "Well since we knew you were cooking Natasha, we decided to get take out."
Yeah...pretty sure that would have depressed the hell out of me. Damn, just thinking about it is depressing.
AT least you can cook. :c
ReplyDeleteI'll end up living on frozen dinners and soup.
*shudders* Oh good god. I'll cook for you.
ReplyDeleteHey! There's an idea, we can get places in the same apartment complex and I'll cook for you, and you can clean for me!