Fear My Dark Side Powers

[caraig]

I say again, fear my Dark Side powers, puny Jedi!

I have just managed to BURN microwave pizza. Yes, you read that right. BURN. MICROWAVE. PIZZA.

Ability like this is what will let the Sith take over the Galaxy. Cower!

And if you really must know, I put a pizza in a baking sleeve into the microwave, and instead of setting the timer for 2:30, I set it to 23:00. Accidentally. I got to it when I wondered where my lunch was and what that burning smell was, at about 17:15. Stop laughing at me, or your next lunch will be cooked by me, Darth Nukus. And I will show your nibbles no mercy!

Comments

[melskunk.livejournal.com]

Aww, it's okay. I have a friend who can't make anything. About the best they've managed is "cookie" out of a large package of cookie dough (no, the recommended spacing is not a joke, they really DO need to be over 1 inch appart)

[caraig.livejournal.com]

At the same time, I DO go for huge cookies... okay, maybe not cookie-sheet-sized cookies, but a big cookie to nibble on for a while is a good thing.... ^^

[collie13.livejournal.com]

LOL! You're great, Jonathan! ;)

[caraig.livejournal.com]

I was wondering if I should reply to your experience with the Rocket Ride lunch as my Darth Nukus persona... something like, 'Don't be too proud off this technological meal you've created, the ability to cook lunch with no flint or tinder is insignificant compared to the power of a Dark Side microwave oven.' But, hey, I burn nukable pizza, so who am I to say a thing? ^^

It's really sad, though, because normally I really am pretty good in the kitchen. I don't know cooking techniques by heart but show me a recipe and it's normally hard for me to mess it up. Except, apparently, where buttons and electricity are involved. We'll see tonight how well I do with a conventional-oen pizza.

There is one thing that I haven't managed to burn that, somehow, someone I knew once managed to do. I do not know how, it makes about as much sense as midichlorians, but curiosity impels me to find out how: I have yet to burn Jell-O. ... To the kitchen, my apprentice! *exunt!*

[collie13.livejournal.com]

ROFL! I bow to your superior mastery of the Dark Microwave! ;)

[caraig.livejournal.com]

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[collie13.livejournal.com]

LOL! Good luck with the Jell-O! ;)

[graybunny.livejournal.com]

Try overdoing microwave fried chicken. You can stink up the entire floor of the building and get people to come out of their rooms and yell at you. It makes a great chemical weapon.

(Hi! I ended up here via collie13's friends page.)

[caraig.livejournal.com]

Hello! and welcome! ^^

Wow, I've never managed to do that, actually. Sounds horrible! If it's really that bad I'll keep that in mind for when I have awful neigh-- uh, for never to ever use it, yeah, that's what I meant...!

[graybunny.livejournal.com]

It all started when I bummed a piece of frozen fried chicken off a friend my senior year in college. Reading the directions, I guessed that it would take about four or five minutes for one piece. My friend said to nuke it for five minutes, then turn it and give it another five. Sounded fishy, but it was his chicken. If anybody would know how to cook it, he would. Maybe the microwave in the nearest kitchen was weak?

After five minutes, it looked pretty done, but, like a fool, I trusted my friend and turned it, then set it for five minutes and wandered away. When I returned, there was an odd, acrid smell in the hall. Upon opening the microwave, I was engulfed in a cloud of greasy black smoke, the odor of which clung to me for the rest of the evening. The chicken was hard and black on the outside. Something within had liquified and burst out of the hard shell, a black tarry substance bubbling on the plate.

I closed the microwave door again and went back to my friend's room. "Scott, you have to come see this..."