i'm a chef

well, i got home from the soccer game (we played like crap and we still won - that makes me mad) and my dad asked me if i wanted to do any cooking. i was bored and mad and other things, so i said yeah. hey - it's kinda relaxing and i needed to cool off. so he had me make beef goulosh. i think that's how it's spelled. but for those of you who don't know what it is, it's like a brown gravy with chunks of beef in it. its really good. and i did a good job making it. all by myself, too. both my parents said it was really good. hah. i guess i have a hidden talent. there was only one thing that i messed up on - i sliced my finger really bad. really bad. in about a minute, i would guess i lost about a shotglass full of blood. i got my thumb. it was right across the top, about 1cm deep. it's a big flap of skin a little bigger than my pinky fingernail. it didn't hurt too bad, but after i superglued it (with my dads help, despite his laughter and sarcastic remarks) it kinda started to hurt. since my dad is never one to underdo things, he also got me a bandage to put over it. like, one that people put over their knee. and the whole time, he was telling me about how he and one of his buddies at work had just done the same thing at work a couple of days ago. i hope i get a scar. that would be cool. and at least i don't have to practice the piano for a while.

don't worry. the goulosh doesn't taste like blood at all. i got most of the blood out of it....i think....there might be a few chunks of flesh in there though. oh well. nobody will know. they'll think it's just a chewy noodle. hehehehehehe.