Every body watches nascar for the crashes. The problem with that is the pace car comes out. No one wants to see the pace car.

I cooked something last night for the first time in over a year and a half that wasn’t a brat/cereal/scrambled egg. Obviously with a time period like that this was a little out of the ordinary. There where a couple of reasons for this.

The first was the amount of delicous home cooking I had when I went back to Ireland. There was Mary’s delicious curries, Dad’s curry that was insane and delicous (it used lots of crazy stuff), Maura’s lasagne and the aroma of the food in 182 (I didn’t partake). The second is I’ve been eating the same fast food for the last year and it’s getting kind of tired. Getting a car (pictures to come later) has opened up a few new food options but they are nearly all of the greasy burger variety.

I got the idea for this particular meal in from a place I love to go called The Bayou. They have a fantastic selection of beer there and delicious cajun food. They do this cajun fettucine alfredo with alfredo that is possibly the most exquisite form of pasta on the planet. I decided to emulate this meal.

The actual cooking was pretty easy. I got one of those packets of pasta that come with the sauce and some chicken breasts. Cooked them and added them together on a plate. I also threw in enough cajun spices to make the sauce go orange but I think next time I’ll throw in more at the last minute. Also the chicken was too well done.

I don’t know what I’m going to have tonight. Something chickeny perhaps.