If every restaurant was reviewed at 3 a.m. by a food critic who'd been drinking for nine hours, they'd all get five stars. Those are conditions under which I ate my first highly recommended microwavable package of Kraft Easy Mac "early Saturday morning," as the near-dawn hours after Friday night binges are referred to in police blotters everywhere.
Alas, this stuff still sucked.
Disregard, for the moment, how and why I'm still drinking for nine hours straight at this point in my life, and understand the insurmountable odds Kraft had to overcome to not satisfy my taste buds. This was like spotting Michael Jordan the first four letters in a game of H-O-R-S-E. This was like lining up 20 chicks and seeing if Hugh Hefner could get a date with one. This was like calling me to ask if my apartment was available for two girls to film a lesbian porno. (That actually happened once. More on that some other time.)
In short, Kraft Easy Mac was guilty of "pulling a Raiders," an act of having absolutely no clue that it was supposed to do something at a designated time of high expectations.
Microwave food, in general, scares the hell out of me. I'm not even sure it's done cooking when it exits my body, let alone when it goes in. I understand how bread gets toasted. But a blast of air that pops popcorn behind closed doors frightens me more than any weapons in Iraq's possession.
I'm thinking of putting my five remaining packets of mini-macaroni and powdered cheese on eBay. Just add water to make a bowl of crap.
In Five Words or Less: Don't eat, not even drunk.
thanks for the warning... guess i will stick with trying not to burn my apartment down at 3am and whip up the NotEasyForDrunks Deluxe Four Cheese Mac and Cheese... or the Lipton Butter & Herb Noodles and Sauce (that one you have to watch... not leave on the stove for a while & forget about when you decide that television and the couch are a good idea... and then wake up to the house stinking of burnt noodles [tip: don't disable the fire alarm just because it's annoying]... )
or better yet... go to a diner.
Posted by erin at January 28, 2003 8:08 AM