telepathboy

Ah... my tummy is full.

One of the benefits of supporting a disabled mother, is that I don't find myself ever doing any domestic work. Cooking, doing dishes. That sort of thing.

When she then slips on the porch and breaks her ankle in two places... things change. Now, after not doing dishes for three years, or preparing a meal that didn't involve pre-cooked entrees... I'm having to figure out how to become an adult. It's a little strange.

Tonight, I took a boneless, skinless chicken breast... diced up some broccoli and pepperjack cheese... a couple pieces of bacon... and viola! Dylan, insta-chef.

Ok, so the whole preparation process took me freaking forever... but it came out rather well. I enjoyed it, at least.

This growing up thing may happen yet, I tell you...