Friday, January 30, 2015

I'm the damn mayor; play Shiny Happy People or you're fired.

Accidentally sliced my hand open with a kitchen knife this week. Again.

Is anyone else this accident-prone in the kitchen? I mean I know I'm ridiculous, but it's a combo of a total lack of coordination, dysfunctional spatial relationships, and the fact that I have sustained so many cuts and burns on my hands that I can't really feel anything anymore.

Fire is a frightening thing. Particularly because of how easy it is to start one. Heating oil scares me the most. My cousins used to have a chip fryer in the kitchen, and we all thought it was the greatest thing ever. That is until my one cousin managed to set it on fire and more or less burned down the kitchen.

We go through a lot of oven gloves in my house because very often an oven glove will be left a little bit too close to an open flame.

Also, until I had an electric stove in college, I never knew those hot coils could set things on fire.

Ever seen a toaster or a toaster oven burst into flames? It's really important to clean those bread crumbs out every once in a while. My old roommates learned this the hard way with my first toaster oven. I was only gone for two days (normally I cooked everything and didn't allow them to touch the kitchen appliances). I came home to this:

And somehow I still do not know how to use a fire extinguisher.

This weekend's cooking adventure: I am going to attempt to bake a loaf of bread. Recipe and photos may or may not be forthcoming.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Small Children Observe Mich in her Natural Habitat

[a.k.a. in the supermarket]

5-year-old: "Look, it's Elsa!"


Mich: ::falls over hem of skirt and nearly goes sprawling face-first onto floor::

7-year-old: ::soul-shattering sneer:: "Elsa's not clumsy like that."

5-year-old: ::disappointed frown:: "Oh."

Sunday, January 4, 2015

happy new year y'all!

Not much to report on my end I'm afraid. Hope y'all had a pleasant Christmas and Hanukkah and any other holiday you might have celebrated.

I have the worst writer's block ever. Literally. I haven't written anything remotely creative in MONTHS. Even blog writing has come to a halt. I'm returning to music this week, beginning bass lessons after a 12 year hiatus. Got a rather gorgeous acoustic bass on craigslist and have had the strings and everything flipped lefty. We'll see how that goes...

I'm also attempting to plan a road trip to Paducah, Kentucky maybe in late February or early March for no reason other than Kentucky is far away from here and I can drive there.

In other news, I'm looking for apartments again, up in Orange County. I love Mumsy dearly, but this living situation is going to kill me.