{Comida, Comida, Comida!}

I forgot to mention yesterday how we (Megan, Mary, and I) are also multi-lingual. We often modulate among English, Spanish, French, Arabic, grammar, and a few other minor languages such as Swahili and Norweigan. We also have made Minnesotan accents into an art form.

Oui. Cuenta verdad.

Comida, in case you didn't know, is the Spanish word for food.

Why is this relevent? Megan made Mexican chicken pizza tonight.

And mashed potato pizza. Sound wierd? Yeah, it is. But it isn't bad!

So I guess if I'm chronicling these adventures, I have to start at the beginning. That would be this morning. Case in point of how much I can't cook/appliances hate me: I was up early and tried toasting two mini-bagels at about 7:13. Our toaster is possessed, though, and can't think very hard. It barely toasted one side and let go. The other side it burned to a crisp. And set the fire alarm off.

My roommate got back at 4:30 in the morning. She loved me a lot at 7:13 for setting the fire alarm off.

The really sad part? It's the fifth time I've done it. We have a tally count going.

This is why I let Megan cook.

Anyway. The beginning of our combined cooking adventure starts at about 1:00 in the afternoon. We went to Target to get food. Our adventure was a slight (but only slight!) variation of this:

And, PS, when Mary comes with us to Target, we really are going to do this. :)

Then, we started cooking about 3:45. First, we had an adventure trying to open cans of chicken. Erica, my roommate who decided to join us, broke the can opener. Although she shouldn't feel bad, because I bent ours on Sunday....

Then, with a lot of elbow grease and Megan's fancy knife, they were opened! Megan got down to business right away, while we solicited her small kitchen and made each other claustrophobic.

In addition to making three pizzas, we stuck two pieces of frozen cardboard in the oven. This is my wonderful roomie, Erica!

Mashed Potato Pizza in the oven!

Dove chocolate is an essential part to every gathering, with or without other food!

We drove over to the student center, five pizzas in tow, to share our tantilizing goodness with friends (and make everyone in the Stud jealous!)

Mexican Chicken pizza!

This kind of defines our relationship. Mary giving Megan wierd looks, because Megan looks wierd.

Success! Our little party consisted of ten people, and the pizza was polished off. We were left with two pieces of cardboard and pawned them off to two desperate college boys in passing. They were grateful. :)

Mary approves!