the following is an excerpt from "you don't need your parents, they are annoying idiots: a cookbook for teens" ....
prehat
the oven to 350 degrees. it sucks that you have to do this now because
it takes so damn long to heat up. god, you could be doing something way
better right now....anyway....
chop up and fry some onions in
butter or olive oil until they are soft and see through (like that jerks
who lie to you all the time), then put them aside, ignore them, the way
your parents ignore your needs. they don't listen or understand anyway.
beat
four eggs like you would beat your damn teacher who always gets on your
case and plays favorites with the "popular" kids. add one cup of milk,
or half and half, either way it doesn't matter. nothing matters. mix
into the eggs with hate and rage and salt and pepper, and other herbs if
you want to like dill (haha, dill weed! or basil...fuck, put what you
want in there).
get some cheese, chedder or mozzerrella. shred it
like your boyfriend/girlfriend shredded your heart by dumping you and
being a total prick/bitch. remember the onions? (at least you didnt
forget them like your parents forgot your birthday that one time. GOD!)
check to make sure they are cold like the heartless fuck who dumped you
(you don't want them cooking the egg and fucking everything up like all
the idiots in your life you fuck up everything). add the onions and the
cheese to the egg/milk and stir it around, mix it up like a mosh pit,
yeah!
pour the mixture into a ready made pie crust that you buy
in the frozen food section because you are a slave to the corporate
overlords who don't give a fuck about the little man and would sell
their grandmother for a science experiment to make a quick buck. fuck
them! but get the pie crust first.
if you want to add things like
mushrooms, bean sprouts, spinach, other cheeses, go ahead, do whatever
the fuck you feel like...you know what you like and don't have to listen
to anyone tell you how to make your quiche...whatever....
bake
the whole damn thing for one hour while you chat on the internet with
your friends or download some music or put songs on your ipod. do what
you feel like, the world is unfair anyway....
it's ready. eat it, or don't. whatever.
1 comment:
I, i, i cried while I'm eating every inch of it.
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