Portobello Fajitas

My junior year of college I tried cooking dinner for my new roommate. She was a freshman, randomly placed in an apartment of juniors, I thought it would be nice… Well, I got seriously frustrated with the chicken (cause it was still partially frozen) and the pasta (the water has to boil first, whoops!) so I abandoned the kitchen. I very distinctly remember hearing her yelling into her phone that she had to go because I left everything on and unattended. She finished cooking that night. After that, I was not allowed in the kitchen unsupervised. We lived together for 3 years, poor girl. Since then, I’ve set off the fire alarm a few times but I’ve gotten a pretty good handle on it and I actually enjoy cooking a bit (gasp!). Continue reading “Portobello Fajitas”