Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Idle Husband and I actually got into a heated debate one time over whether chickens had 4 legs or not.
I'll give him a point on the fact that if they did have 4 legs, it'd be pretty sweet.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
Oxi Clean. Oxi (pronounced 'oh-hee' in Greek) means 'no.' So something that we've come to understand as "this gets your stuff clean" actually means 'no clean' to Idle Husband. It's really hard to look beyond the 'no clean' thing now that I know.
Friday, September 25, 2009
Idle Husband says (4:20 PM): uh oh
what did you spot monkey??
IH says (4:23 PM): NICE!!!!
what a bunch of fuckers!!!
IW says (4:24 PM): there's a hairbrush
how the fuck did a hairbrush get lost under the stove?
IH says (4:24 PM): I SAW IT!!!
You have to be a huge fucker that's how!!!!!
IW says (4:24 PM): the cat stuff, like the tinfoil balls and marbles, and the fridge magnets, like I get that stuff. The lids, yeah ok I see that
but the HAIRBRUSH?
IW says (4:25 PM): oops! my hairbrush slid under the stove!
oh well, lost forever it is
I don't know why they've suddenly turned into the slovenly version of Yoda...
IH says (4:26 PM): (laughing) here I am, brushing my hair in the kitchen...
IW says (4:33 PM): Well, I had thoughts of cleaning under the stove, but I couldn't move it. The idea of taking the drawer out only just occurred to me today...
Just when I think we've managed to get rid of all the remnants from the previous owners, this happens.
IH says (4:37 PM): douchebags
IW says (4:38 PM): remember when I kept sweeping up cat food from under the fridge? I shudder to think what's under there
a curling iron?
IH says (4:38 PM): a live cat?
IW says (4:39 PM): more like a mummified cat. Petrified, maybe
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Last night's msn conversation after standing over a steamy pot for 8 hours on one of the hottest days in September
Idle Husband says (5:41 PM): I was worried about you
IH says (5:42 PM): i'm still writing emails
IW says (5:42 PM): well, whenever you're ready to come home, would you pick something up for dinner?
IH says (5:51 PM): ok but it'll be like 7 or something...
IW says (6:25 PM): oh. like in half an hour?
IW says (6:26 PM): like half an hour from when T JUST LEFT? like that 7?
IW says (6:28 PM): and how hungry are you?
I could just make soup.
there's also that option, if you want
but standing anywhere near or around the stove is very unappealing to me
IH says (6:33 PM): what'd ya fancy for dinner?
i'm fine with soup but sounds like you're not
IW says (6:33 PM): I'm fine with soup, too
IW says (6:34 PM): but what I didn't realize about jam/jelly making is that there's a whole lotta stirring involved.
we'd have been done by 2 if it wasn't for all the stirring
IW says (6:35 PM): if you could just boil the junk and then put it in jars, that's one thing, but you have to boil and boil and stir constantly until it's JUST RIGHT, which, by the way, the recipe never says what it's supposed to look like when it is JUST RIGHT so, it was a lot of standing, in hot steam while stirring, lifting our spoons every so often to see if it was JUST RIGHT
in hot steam
did you read the part about the hot steam?
my hair is poufy and my pores are unclogged
I guess the latter is something good
IW says (6:36 PM): I would like queeznos, yes, thank you.
Monday, September 21, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
I greased the pans really well, promise I did! Anyway, maybe I didn't wait long enough for them to cool or maybe I should have put flour over the butter, but when I inverted the damn things, half the cake crumbled out while the other half stayed firmly lodged in the pan.
The cake tasted pretty good, so I thought I'd just cool them and see if I could fix it with filling and icing.
And so ended another IH birthday celebration. To imagine that I was actually thinking of having a party with guests this year. Me. Arranging a party. With other people. Who would have had to view my lopsided cake and candle disaster. I shudder at the thought.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Idle Husband loves ice cream so my immediate thought was to attempt to make an ice cream cake. At the time, we had just moved from my very small, cramped apartment to our house, so I was (in my defense) rusty when it came to baking. I honestly hadn't done it for about eight years. But that didn't stop my elaborate cake idea.
I gathered all of my ingredients together the day before and after IH had gone to work, I set about with a recipe I'd found on the internet. For the first time in a long time, I found myself with a huge amount of counter space so excitedly, I laid out all the ingredients, and I greased and floured my pans. Quite a far cry from how I used to bake where I would just grab ingredients as I needed them, throwing things together and substituting when I was halfway through a recipe and found I didn't have an ingredient. This time, I was prepared.
After mixing everything together and following the instructions entirely, I put the cakes in the oven and settled into cleaning up the utensils. I still had a lasagna I was going to prep for supper.
The cakes were ten minutes into their bake time, so I decided to check in on them. As I opened the door, I found them overflowing out of their pans and all over the oven. Bubbling and pouring out the sides like miniature chocolate volcanoes. I panicked a little, then I don't know why, I thought that maybe that was normal. Maybe that's what they were supposed to do and I'd overfilled the pans. I cried a little over the mess I'd have to clean up later, but I decided to let them continue cooking.
Ten minutes later, I opened the door again. One cake had completely emptied itself into the bottom of the oven while the other was in the process of following. Squealing in panic, I grabbed some oven mitts and wore them while wringing my hands, staring inside the oven door. I finally decided that this was wrong. Something was wrong, and I had to put a stop to it. Awkwardly, I pulled them out with their gooey, chocolatey mess dripping all around me. I cursed the recipe I'd used, because I could swear I followed it right to the letter.
When I looked at it again and went through the list of ingredients. I saw my problem. I forgot to add the flour.
They'd included it in the ingredients list but failed to have a step in the process of when to add it to the batter. In my excitement of following the directions, I didn't use my brain and think to check the ingredients, too.
So my big plan to have everything done by about 2 -- to allow for ice cream cake freezing time and cooking the components to the lasagna and assembling before IH got home -- was completely shot. It took an hour to clean up the sticky, chocolatey mess from inside the oven, and then I had to go back to the grocery store for more eggs in order to make the cake again.
My second attempt was more successful. This time I remembered to add flour.
Monday, September 14, 2009
IH -- learning how to slide!!
me -- bah! I've never once been on a bouncy slide let alone one at my school!
IH -- there's your chance!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
- Going between 8 and 9 in the morning seems to be a good hour for Superstore shopping. I'm already a big fan of getting to stores early before the rest of the city wakes up, and I tested this timing out on a holiday so this rule should stand up even better on a normal working Monday.
- It's incredibly hard to read the signs for what's in each aisle. If they could just put one them off centre it would be so much better. If you're not in the middle aisle where you can easily see both signs on either side of you, you're pretty much screwed for knowing what's down the further aisle. I found myself squatting down trying to see under the sign in front so I could see what was in the back aisle. This must be one of those grocery store ploys to force you to go down every aisle increasing your chance for impulse purchases. Tsk tsk, for shame.
- Finding obscure items (which, for me, turned out to be freezer bags) can turn into an epic, back-and-forth quest (one that I gave up on pretty quickly).
- It's still populated by the weirdly attentive produce shoppers. Even at 8:30 in the morning, these people are there (luckily not as many of them at once), dedicated to finding the perfect piece of produce. There was one woman at the cheap leaf lettuce who insisted on touching every single bunch. Honestly, they all looked the same to me. Same size, same quality. Same same same. Like, pick one and move on already. There was another woman at the bananas. Picking each bunch up and turning it over only to put it back again. Ok here's my thing with bananas. I don't like them ripe, I like them a little green. The greener the better (if anything they'll ripen in the bowl at home). So here they had a selection of green, green/yellow, and more-yellow bananas. Pick what colour you want, pick the number you want and move on. I don't understand this touching every single one business. I don't think I've ever picked a rotten banana or one that was bruised beyond repair. This sort of thing really irritates me for some reason. They're produce snobs.
Oh, this banana bunch has one banana with a slight brown spot! I narrowly avoided disaster! Better put it back. Oh, this lettuce has one leaf that's slightly crumpled, I need to look further into the pile! My quest isn't over!Sigh. I can understand doing this with melons or oranges, but bananas and lettuce kinda leaves me going, like, stop being so damn full of yourself, fruit snob. You're not going to pick a better one than everyone else. I guarantee it. Your lettuce isn't going to taste more lettucy because you spent that extra 5 minutes searching the perfect one out.
- I really enjoyed being able to say no to bags and pack my own. Really enjoyed it. I ended up having 2 bags. TWO!
- The prices were marginally cheaper. From what I could remember of prices from Safeway and Walmart (my usuals), they might have been equal or 3-4 cents cheaper. Whoop-dee-doo. Mom insists that it's because most things you have to buy in multiple for it to be cheaper and that I didn't see this information on the tags. Well, ok then. Fair enough. I'll look harder next time (though, you'd think they'd advertise their lower prices a little better since that's, like, a major selling point)
I'm going to continue my experiment next week and spend a little more time looking for where things are and getting used to the layout. I think I was so overwhelmed with finding what was on my list, I forgot the normal weekly things I don't put on my list because they're routine items. So I've found myself with a list started for next week and it's only been a day since I went. *rolling eyes* Wish me luck on round two.