after work tonight, i ventured over to Sister #4’s house to pick up my new fancy pants garlic press and the itty bitty glass bowls that i was coerced into ordering at a Pampered Chef party that i was coerced into attending (the entire sister club was slated to attend at the last minute the dirty whores aka sisters #2 and #3 bailed, leaving me to venture to the Pampered Chef with a very bitchy bridezillaish sister #4). i am not a pampered chef. i don’t think anyone who chops up vegetables and throws them in a dish with some pork chops and then throws (yes my cooking involves lots of throwing) the whole ordeal would call themselves a chef. also, i am not so pampered to spend $17 on a spatula.

but i am a sucker for peer pressure and when i saw the itty bitty glass bowls, i suddenly had visions of myself going all food network on my own ass. in my head i was preparing succulent meals that involved the mixing of many carefully measured ingredients. ingredients that would be measured before hand and stored until mixing time in my prep bowl set.

while at sister #4’s we ate pizza, i played with her new kittens simon and garfunkel (who she insists on calling murphy, though i will continue to call him garfunkel) and watched re-runs of smallville and friends. i was a brain-dead zombie, eating up every ounce of tv goodness. there were so many commercials i hadn’t seen. i couldn’t take my eyes off of it. and then, of course, i laughed like a goon throughout each episode of friends, prompting jose to look at me out of the corner of his eye like i was deranged and sister #4 to say, “you really need to watch more tv.”

as soon as i got home i put my new lovely prep bowls to work holding me a few scoops of mint chocolate chip ice cream. they are perfect!