We Try To Make Our Food More Exciting?

Our first attempt of trying to do something unique with our food was our first semester together. In our apartment that semester our fridge was quite a site to see. On the top shelf we had 5-6 different gallons of milk, all labeled with the names of whom they belonged too. After one day of playing with food dye, we all decided we should dye our milk different colors so we wouldn’t have to label the containers anymore. Brilliant idea right?! It really was a good idea, until the next morning when Larissa pored herself some cereal, and realized the milk was turning her Captain Crunch green!! That really freaked her out, and she had to eat the cereal with her eyes closed. That kind of worked, but of course she made a mess in the process. We realized that when we cooked we would change the color of our meal depending on who’s milk was used…that was too much for us so we bought a half gallon of regular boring white milk JUST for cooking. As Larissa came to terms with the fact that the green milk gave her cereal a weird, green hue, Kelly started feeling funny, and swore it was because of the massive amounts of food dye she was consuming. Larissa assured her that the food dye couldn’t make you sick (if it could it wouldn’t be allowed to be put in food) but Kelly was still set on the idea that the milk was trying to kill her, so she wouldn’t allow us to dye our milk anymore, and we had to resort back to labeling the cartons, and they have boring ever since.

Our next creative attempt was when we decided to grate a whole bunch of potatoes, so that when we wanted hash browns they would be all ready to go. In our minds this was an exceptional idea, and we were quite proud of ourselves for coming up with it. Kelly then spent the next 45 minutes (but if you ask her it took forever and a day) trying to grate the potatoes while Larissa diligently…watched. (Larissa’s quite a bit shorter, and it’s harder for her to grate the potatoes into the pan. She has to stand on her tiptoes) Once Kelly felt like there was enough for both of us, we put the potatoes in a zip lock baggie, and threw them in the fridge. Well about 5 days later Larissa decided she should probably check on the hashed potatoes to make sure that our idea was in fact, as brilliant as we thought it would be. Well to our surprise the potatoes had turned black, and all mushed together. It was basically one of the most disgusting things we had ever seen, and they smelled kind of funny too. Not our brightest idea.

Both experiences were good ‘what if’ moments. Yes, the milk was still edible, but having everything green did get very disturbing after awhile. And with the potatoes, we did waste an entire potato trying to be more efficient, and learned that day that refrigerating potatoes is not the same as freezing them, and since then we have not tried to grate our hash browns in advance.