I’ve been up since 7 am awaiting our expected 1 pm ice cream delivery. Well, that isn’t entirely true. I got up at 8 – woo hoo sleep in – and spent time searching for sunchoke (aka Jerusalem artichokes or sunroots) recipes. That lead me to re-finding The Guilty Kitchen so I changed into running gear after seeing what she is doing and seeing her ridiculous abs. Then I heard Emile sniffling – sure sign that Emile is awake – and went in to convince him that we should go for a run. That lead to him getting up and making pancakes (which weren’t his best, but he states he is hindered by missing ingredients). I am not sure how running became pancakes.
Then I was disgusted by the state of my bathroom, so I cleaned it. What is with soap scum? I use all natural shower items – so it would follow that my all natural cleaners should take it off easily. Then I put away all my purchases from Saturday (I did get some shopping in after heading home to change). Then unloaded the dishwasher. Tidied up the kitchen, cleaned off my desk. And still it was an hour before our expected delivery time. Sigh.
But finally the phone rang!
I wish that these pictures had timestamps, because you’d see that ridiculously we ate all the ice cream in about 4 minutes. It was sour, sweet and tangy all at once. Yum!
April 7th, 2013 Extra-Ordinary: I love lemons! I love Ice Cream!
PS I end up working out that day – that is why you’ll see me stiffly walking up and down stairs.
I’ve been fortunate normally in my roommates that I have lived with. There is only a 4 month spurt with a crazy woman named Rosemary that was really pretty difficult. The people I’ve lived with have at least been tolerable and at best become exceeding excellent friends (or a husband). I’ve also lived in some pretty nice places – several even during university that had a dishwasher (and waste disposer).
Dishwashers – are they not the most fabulous inventions? You can stow dirty dishes quickly, you can leave the clean ones in there and just grab things from it as you need, you can run it as much as you want. They take a chore that requires scrubbing, rubbing, getting dirty, drying and worst above all the gathering of the sink gunk at the end of the job. Granted, I normally hand wash my good dishes and silverware (despite NOT learning from example from my mother).
Beyond the major things – like thief, boyfriends moving in, destruction, etc – I can live with some annoying habits of roommates (as long as I have my bedroom to disappear into). But here it is. Here are the two related things that takes me from calm to NASA hot in 3 seconds: Dirty dishes in the sink and dirty dishes sitting above the dishwasher. (exceptions only if you are a guest and the dishwasher needs to be unloaded)
Honestly, if you have made it far enough to the kitchen to bring your dirty dishes – take that extra 2 seconds and put them in bloody dishwasher. Do NOT pile them in the sink where they get all sticky and wet. Do NOT pile them on top of the dishwasher where they just get in the way. FINISH the JOB! Is there a teleporter going to move the dishes for you? Do you think we should attract mice/ants/stray dogs with rotting food? Should my food preparation areas be contaminated and cluttered with your dishes? Are we unionized here – it is contractually my responsibility to put the dishes in the dishwasher? And don’t tell me “you were getting to it when you finished X”! Do it when you finish eating!
See? Just writing about it gets me worked up.
June 22nd, 2012 Extra-Ordinary: Fondly remembering university thanks to my husband. It’s good thing I have other desirable qualities, otherwise he might take the cat and head for the hills.
Hmmm…. as I was adding tags, I found that I already mentioned this. So, you can see that I am at least consistent.
Tonight was again spent with our friends Colin and Alison and their 3 kids – Selina, Mariella and Carson (6,4,2 I think).
Emile already has the two older ones screaming and bouncing off the walls before dinner even began. Carson is a little too young yet to see what the big deal is about Emile, so he was eating his pre-dinner snack of apple slices quietly and carefully at the table.
He’s pretty young, so if he stretches he can touch the top of the kitchen counter. While the adults were distracted by excited girls hanging on Emile, Carson slipped off his chair with his empty bowl and made his way to the kitchen. He carefully reached up and put his empty bowl on the counter top above the dishwasher. He rubbed his head – so cute – and then walked back to sit at the table with us again.
February 27th, 2012 Extra-Ordinary Event: Seeing a two year old clear his place without even being prompted.