Maybe I'm a chef after all...

A couple of weeks ago, Derek, Andrew (Derek's housemate), and I had our "food night" together. Food night is basically our occasional "family" dinner, in which we cook and feast together. That particular weeks dish - fajitas (or as we like to pronounce them, faj-eye-tas). Andrew just bought a brand new food processor - I'm talking the Rolls-Royce of food processors. Excited to test it out, he volunteered to make the salsa & guac. Ed, Derek's other housemate, already had an economy-sized bag of tortillas and Derek had tomatoes & onions. I provided the meat (steak and chicken), which I had just purchased from Safeway. So we started to cook, and everything was beginning to come together fabulously. I was doing the chopping, Andrew was doing the food-processing, and Derek was grilling the meat. The aroma that filled the air was downright making my mouth water! As I finished chopping up the vegetables, I decided that I wanted to do something more fun, more EXTREME...none of this pussy shit! So, I started heading towards the grilled chicken. Derek's eyes must have enlarged 3x their normal size O.O as he watched my every move.......he said that he was in the charge of the chicken, I pouted, and he reluctantly let me flip a damn breast. Then, he had the audacity to tell me to go heat up some tortillas?!?!??! Oh hell no. Wait, correct me if I'm wrong, but didn't I just buy all of this meat for us? How are you going to tell me that I can't touch it!? The nerve...

So, fast forward to the recent past (yesterday). I went over to Derek's house for dinner. This wasn't for a food night, no...food night's are feasts. It was just a regular ol' dinner, but I jokingly offered my services and playfully asked if I could cook the fish. Now, I was really thinking, HAHAHAHAHA yeah right, he's not going to let me screw that up. But I was shocked when he agreed. "Oh, shit...," I thought. Here's my time to prove myself - prove that I can cook. SO MUCH PRESSURE. It was as if he was testing me, and if I failed, I would be deemed official "tortilla-heater" for the rest of my life... -.- With my palms sweating, the pressure was felt, but I was ready to rise to the occasion. I whipped out my handy dandy MacBook Air, Googled 'tilapia recipes', and clicked on the first link that appeared on the list. The link was titled Best Tilapia Recipes - Top 20 Tilapia Recipes. I picked a tasty sounding, easy looking recipe from the list. The recipe turned out to be phenomenal! I loved it. Andrew tried some - he loved it. And most importantly, Derek loved it! YES! I knew it had been a success when the first utterence that came out of his mouth, just upon taking the first bite, was...MMMMMM. Glorious.

Here's the recipe:

INGREDIENTS

• 1/2 cup Parmesan cheese
• 1/4 cup butter, softened
• 3 tablespoons mayonnaise
• 2 tablespoons fresh lemon juice
• 1/4 teaspoon dried basil
• 1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
• 1/8 teaspoon onion powder
• 1/8 teaspoon celery salt
• 2 pounds tilapia fillets

DIRECTIONS

1. Preheat your oven's broiler. Grease a broiling pan or line pan with aluminum foil.
2. In a small bowl, mix together the Parmesan cheese, butter, mayonnaise and lemon juice. Season with dried basil, pepper, onion powder and celery salt. Mix well and set aside.
3. Arrange fillets in a single layer on the prepared pan. Broil a few inches from the heat for 2 to 3 minutes. Flip the fillets over and broil for a couple more minutes. Remove the fillets from the oven and cover them with the Parmesan cheese mixture on the top side. Broil for 2 more minutes or until the topping is browned and fish flakes easily with a fork. Be careful not to over cook the fish.

Enjoy!!!

Oh, and to go off on a slight tangent, I WORKED OUT TODAY FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE APRIL!!!!!!!!!! I was going to run on this trail behind my house, but I went to the campus gym instead, because just as I was about to open the gate that leads to the path.....I walked into a fat spider web! Uhhhh, this is the second time this has happened to me. The first occurrence happened when I was talking on the phone with my mom. I had to go outside to get better reception, and before I knew it, AHHHH AHHH EW EW EW AHHH EW, I walked right into a huge spider web. Gross.

Take a look at my thunder thighs:

They don't even fit in a single frame!!!

HAHAHAHAHA!