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the untold hazards of cheesebread
Aug. 4th, 2004 05:00 pmAnd other stories.
Yes I know, I know, this's a late post since everything in it happened yesterday but oh well, better late than never.
OK, so yesterday. Never make dinner on the fly, or so I discovered as I was getting ready to go to work. I'm working when I'd usually be eating dinner, so I figure hey, why not make something and eat it quick before I split, or at least eat some of it and nuke the rest when I get home. So five minutes later ding, spaghetti I brought from home is dinging the microwave buzzer. I get it, I tilt it as I'm shifting it from microwave to counter and...
Boom! Kerboom, a near spaghetti explosion. Ugh.
Catastrophe number one avoided/mopped up. Next is going to work, after I make sure I haven't got any tomato sauce in my hair--which I hadn't, whew. And eew. I step out the door and thankfully Michael brought his car round because I step into a flipping downpour! I swear, a cloud burst right over us. By the time we get to work, we're driving through an inch of standing water, literally. And it isn't letting up.
When work gets over with I'm aiming to catch a ride home with Janine, and yes she's my boss but she's also a good friend so nya. We step out the door and what do we find? It's not an inch of standing water anymore. It's three. Case in point: walking off a curb into ankle-deep water that's only getting worse. Eew! And somewhere between the spaghetti spilling everywhere and my ride turning up, I'd forgotten to close my window. Oh... lordy.
Janine, being a sweetheart and knowing how it is having gone to school here too zooms through the downpour that's still going on and gets me home in record time. Go her. And miracle of miracles my quilt and floor (and register, and TV, and vacuum cleaner) are *not* wet beyond the occasional sprinkle in. Thank God for wind shifts. One good thing happened last night, ok I'll give you that. So Janine leaves and I say okie, here's eating the rest of the dinner I didn't get a chance to earlier. That's the rest of the spaghetti and...
Yes, I am a Wisconsinite born and raised. Sometimes lately I've felt I had the soul of an Oregon native but time and time again the dairy state wins over. The other half of the dinner is cheesebread--gooey, garlicky cheesebread I'd brought with me from my last trip north and home. Five minutes after I have the thought it's ding! My dinner dings and the spaghetti thankfully goes without mishap this time. But the cheesebread... my logic or lack thereof was ok Charlie, make this and eat it watching the Amazing Race which thanks to janine's superb driving skills I got home in time to watch. I turn my back on the cheesebread for thirty seconds... and don't get me wrong, there was quite a bit of it.
The labby got to it. Aaaaargh!
That darn dog ate *all* my cheesebread! Sheeeesh!
Top this confusion and chaos off with being awakened at one thirty this morning by a fire alarm that I'm pretty certain somebody above floors pulled and you have...
My rant. I probably should've cut this, maybe I will eventually.
Yes I know, I know, this's a late post since everything in it happened yesterday but oh well, better late than never.
OK, so yesterday. Never make dinner on the fly, or so I discovered as I was getting ready to go to work. I'm working when I'd usually be eating dinner, so I figure hey, why not make something and eat it quick before I split, or at least eat some of it and nuke the rest when I get home. So five minutes later ding, spaghetti I brought from home is dinging the microwave buzzer. I get it, I tilt it as I'm shifting it from microwave to counter and...
Boom! Kerboom, a near spaghetti explosion. Ugh.
Catastrophe number one avoided/mopped up. Next is going to work, after I make sure I haven't got any tomato sauce in my hair--which I hadn't, whew. And eew. I step out the door and thankfully Michael brought his car round because I step into a flipping downpour! I swear, a cloud burst right over us. By the time we get to work, we're driving through an inch of standing water, literally. And it isn't letting up.
When work gets over with I'm aiming to catch a ride home with Janine, and yes she's my boss but she's also a good friend so nya. We step out the door and what do we find? It's not an inch of standing water anymore. It's three. Case in point: walking off a curb into ankle-deep water that's only getting worse. Eew! And somewhere between the spaghetti spilling everywhere and my ride turning up, I'd forgotten to close my window. Oh... lordy.
Janine, being a sweetheart and knowing how it is having gone to school here too zooms through the downpour that's still going on and gets me home in record time. Go her. And miracle of miracles my quilt and floor (and register, and TV, and vacuum cleaner) are *not* wet beyond the occasional sprinkle in. Thank God for wind shifts. One good thing happened last night, ok I'll give you that. So Janine leaves and I say okie, here's eating the rest of the dinner I didn't get a chance to earlier. That's the rest of the spaghetti and...
Yes, I am a Wisconsinite born and raised. Sometimes lately I've felt I had the soul of an Oregon native but time and time again the dairy state wins over. The other half of the dinner is cheesebread--gooey, garlicky cheesebread I'd brought with me from my last trip north and home. Five minutes after I have the thought it's ding! My dinner dings and the spaghetti thankfully goes without mishap this time. But the cheesebread... my logic or lack thereof was ok Charlie, make this and eat it watching the Amazing Race which thanks to janine's superb driving skills I got home in time to watch. I turn my back on the cheesebread for thirty seconds... and don't get me wrong, there was quite a bit of it.
The labby got to it. Aaaaargh!
That darn dog ate *all* my cheesebread! Sheeeesh!
Top this confusion and chaos off with being awakened at one thirty this morning by a fire alarm that I'm pretty certain somebody above floors pulled and you have...
My rant. I probably should've cut this, maybe I will eventually.
