I got mad skilz in the skillet!

Yesterday, I cooked tofu for the first time. Now, I hate to cook. I am a girl who messed up Mac-n-cheese. I followed the directions--to a point. I got cocky and like anyone--I forgot to drain the water.

My roommates at the time, laughed their asses off at my new Mac-n-cheese soup. I was like, "Damn, Cheryl's mac never looks like this, what the hell?"

Later, we smoked and they were still laughing at my Cordon Bleu ass. This is basically what happens each time I attempt to cook a meal.

So, back to my tofu. I am ecstatic that I was able to cook a delicous meal of brown rice, steamed cauli and broc with tofu. Mmmmmm. It wasn't burned, watery, or cold in the middle.

Family members and friends know I can't cook, so I decided to give myself props for my "special" achievement.