No Princess Bride jokes, please....
Oct. 5th, 2006 02:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
What am I doing up at this hour? Well might you ask! I have been confronting the challenges of trying to cook in a strange kitchen. The kitchen itself is marvelous--literally four times the counter space, way more storage, it ought to be great, right? It probably would be, if I could *find* anything.
*eyeroll* It never fails to amaze me how differently women keep their kitchens. What we regard as essential in the pantry or for equipment varies so much. I, for instance, find it absolutely inconceivable that there is not one, single can of tomato sauce anywhere in the house. (Otherwise, there would be chili happening in the crockpot and I'd be in bed already.) There's also a marked lack of pans suitable for roasting a meatloaf...I improvised with what I think of as a "brownie" pan.
Personally, I prefer the meatloaf method my dad taught me---baked in a cast iron skillet. It gives it a nice crust. I have enough cast iron for three kitchens...I think I know what S. is getting for Xmas! I understand that she hasa digital abomination one of the newer stoves with a solid surface top, but no cast iron AT ALL? I guess she never bakes cornbread, either.
The other day, I picked up a new bottle of polish from the clearance rack at the grocery store. $1.25 for Cover Girl #545: Candy Corn...a sassy shade of orange. I had the forethought to bring my manicure bag with me, and after I got through showering away all the sand and salt, I was in the mood to pamper myself, so I painted my nails this evening while watching TV.
I admit, I've gotten no writing at all done this week, but I've blissed in the hot tub every night except tonight, gone for one long walk on the beach, and actually started reading a *new* (to me) book---The Vanished Man by Jeffrey Deaver---part of the Lincoln Rhyme series that began with The Bone Collector. (Yes, they made a movie that somewhat resembled it.) I've gotten about a third of the way into it, and I'm quite enjoying it. This doesn't surprise me; although I haven't caught *all* the books in this series, the ones I have read were pretty good, and I enjoyed an earlier series of his with a young lady named Rune.
S. called this afternoon from St. Thomas, and was just bursting to tell me it was a U.S. Territory and that we bought it for $25 million dollars just before World War I. (I confess, I did not know that.) And she said that just went to show that $25 million didn't go as far as it used to. I forebore to mention that in those days, gasoline was less than a dime a gallon. Conservatively, that's about $5 billion today, if I've got the maths right. And I seriously doubt we'd sell it for that, so really, we've definitely gotten our money's worth out of it.
Am I babbling? I'm babbling. Twenty-eight minutes before I can stop baby-sitting the meatloaf and go to bed!
*eyeroll* It never fails to amaze me how differently women keep their kitchens. What we regard as essential in the pantry or for equipment varies so much. I, for instance, find it absolutely inconceivable that there is not one, single can of tomato sauce anywhere in the house. (Otherwise, there would be chili happening in the crockpot and I'd be in bed already.) There's also a marked lack of pans suitable for roasting a meatloaf...I improvised with what I think of as a "brownie" pan.
Personally, I prefer the meatloaf method my dad taught me---baked in a cast iron skillet. It gives it a nice crust. I have enough cast iron for three kitchens...I think I know what S. is getting for Xmas! I understand that she has
The other day, I picked up a new bottle of polish from the clearance rack at the grocery store. $1.25 for Cover Girl #545: Candy Corn...a sassy shade of orange. I had the forethought to bring my manicure bag with me, and after I got through showering away all the sand and salt, I was in the mood to pamper myself, so I painted my nails this evening while watching TV.
I admit, I've gotten no writing at all done this week, but I've blissed in the hot tub every night except tonight, gone for one long walk on the beach, and actually started reading a *new* (to me) book---The Vanished Man by Jeffrey Deaver---part of the Lincoln Rhyme series that began with The Bone Collector. (Yes, they made a movie that somewhat resembled it.) I've gotten about a third of the way into it, and I'm quite enjoying it. This doesn't surprise me; although I haven't caught *all* the books in this series, the ones I have read were pretty good, and I enjoyed an earlier series of his with a young lady named Rune.
S. called this afternoon from St. Thomas, and was just bursting to tell me it was a U.S. Territory and that we bought it for $25 million dollars just before World War I. (I confess, I did not know that.) And she said that just went to show that $25 million didn't go as far as it used to. I forebore to mention that in those days, gasoline was less than a dime a gallon. Conservatively, that's about $5 billion today, if I've got the maths right. And I seriously doubt we'd sell it for that, so really, we've definitely gotten our money's worth out of it.
Am I babbling? I'm babbling. Twenty-eight minutes before I can stop baby-sitting the meatloaf and go to bed!