A couple of times a year, I do a complete top to bottom cleaning of my house. I go beyond the day to day chores and take down blinds and scrub them, wipe ceiling fan blades, treat all the woodwork in the house, and go around cleaning smudges and fingerprints from walls with a Magic Eraser. In the kitchen, I empty out all the cabinets and drawers, clean them and reorganize them, making sure that nothing is leaking and anything that could possibly attract ants is well sealed.
So far, so good. No ants. Hurrah!
Anyway, this year I decided to reline all the shelves as part of my kitchen scrub down, and I finally finished last night. Except that it went horribly wrong.
The cabinet was the high one above my microwave that is only accessible by standing on a stool. As I emptied it out, my husband was talking to me, so I totally blame him for the mishap that ended in me dropping a box of cornmeal on the floor. The lid popped off. Cornmeal went everywhere. He burst out laughing and I stood there on the stool, feet and legs coated in grit and muttered, "You've got to be F-ing kidding me."
The stuff is like sand. Walking across your kitchen floor and feeling gritty stuff sticking to your feet is so gross.
To give him his due, my husband helped me clean up the mess. Corn meal is on the list of things that kills ants, so I'm not too worried about getting out my vacuum and sucking the stray cornmeal out from between the cracks in the floorboards.
Then, this afternoon, I was starving and decided to eat a hot dog. Yes, a hot dog. I rarely eat them because they usually gross me out, but once a year or so, I get a craving for them. On Saturday I went hog wild and bought not just hot dogs, but the Oscar Mayer kind with the processed cheese in the middle. In for a penny, in for a pound, right? Anyway, I microwaved one, plopped it into a bun, covered it with (organic) ketchup, then took a bite. And burnt my tongue on the molten cheese inside.
While making dinner, I set off the smoke alarm when I added sherry to deglaze a pan. And both kids refused to eat what I made.
It's been a banner day, kitchen-wise.
Any kitchen disasters in your past?
So far, so good. No ants. Hurrah!
Anyway, this year I decided to reline all the shelves as part of my kitchen scrub down, and I finally finished last night. Except that it went horribly wrong.
The cabinet was the high one above my microwave that is only accessible by standing on a stool. As I emptied it out, my husband was talking to me, so I totally blame him for the mishap that ended in me dropping a box of cornmeal on the floor. The lid popped off. Cornmeal went everywhere. He burst out laughing and I stood there on the stool, feet and legs coated in grit and muttered, "You've got to be F-ing kidding me."
The stuff is like sand. Walking across your kitchen floor and feeling gritty stuff sticking to your feet is so gross.
To give him his due, my husband helped me clean up the mess. Corn meal is on the list of things that kills ants, so I'm not too worried about getting out my vacuum and sucking the stray cornmeal out from between the cracks in the floorboards.
Then, this afternoon, I was starving and decided to eat a hot dog. Yes, a hot dog. I rarely eat them because they usually gross me out, but once a year or so, I get a craving for them. On Saturday I went hog wild and bought not just hot dogs, but the Oscar Mayer kind with the processed cheese in the middle. In for a penny, in for a pound, right? Anyway, I microwaved one, plopped it into a bun, covered it with (organic) ketchup, then took a bite. And burnt my tongue on the molten cheese inside.
While making dinner, I set off the smoke alarm when I added sherry to deglaze a pan. And both kids refused to eat what I made.
It's been a banner day, kitchen-wise.
Any kitchen disasters in your past?
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2 comments:
It's the worst when you burn your tongue on something you are craving. Happens with me and pizza all the time.
My kitchen disaster doesn't involve cooking (it's one big disaster for me in that regards), but on remodeling. My husband and I remodeled our kitchen ourselves. To save money we chose a slate-looking laminate. It looks nice, but it's a mess. Not only does the dark color show every spec of dirt, the dirt sticks to the laminate in such a way that brooms and vacuums don't remove them. We have to use a finger nail to scrape it. I sweep once a day (sometimes twice) and the floor always looks dirty. My advice? Get the highest quality materials that you can afford and don't buy dark kitchen floors!!
I made the mistake of talking on the phone while cooking pasta one time. Since I needed both hands to pick up the pot and drain it I was holding the phone between my ear and my shoulder and it fell into the pot of boiling water. My family still refers to the night I boiled the telephone!
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