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my kitchen is apparently a frightening place
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my kitchen is apparently a frightening place Sometime in the future I'm going to start looking into updating my kitchen counters and shelving, probably losing the wall tile on one side of the room and definitely redoing the plumbing. When I bought the place, I had new linoleum put down and repainted everything (previous owner painted the kitchen BLACK) and bought all new appliances. I really want new shelves and counters though; the ones now look passable, but they're old and I have exactly one drawer in the whole kitchen. I'm just starting to get settled into it though ...the kitchen is pretty tiny, but given my kitchen skills ...smaller is probably better. Keeping it clean is certainly easier. Sooner or later though, I'm really going to HAVE to use my (brand-freaking-new) dishwasher. I accidentally bumped the start button the other afternoon when wiping down the counters after washing dishes, and I didn't notice until I went upstairs and heard something going downstairs that sounded vaguely what I remembered a dishwasher to sound like. The owners manual and documentation packet appeared to be really clean. I still haven't cut out the zip<b> ties </font></b>securing the roller racks either, but hey ...at least I know the thing actually turns on and runs. So anyway ...last night I made chicken burrito's for dinner, and it's one of the things I actually make pretty well. I'm just a little bit hit and miss where consistency is concerned ...sometimes I think it's slightly "meh" and other times (like last night), one bite and I can't stop gobbling it down. I don't necessarily keep track of exactly what I throw in, and I seldom actually measure anything unless I'm actually following a recipe, so my results often vary wildly. I usually have another meals worth of leftovers, but last night I nom-nom-ed my way through the entire thing before all was said and done. Something struck me a couple weeks ago that I confirmed last night though. Two weeks ago I had dinner with a few people from the neighborhood at my buddies house a couple buildings down from me. He's Italian and I think has a genetic predisposition for awesome cooking skills or something, but when he was in the kitchen ...my was in the kitchen with him being his usual "Mr. Opportunism" self. When taking care of Mom and AuntiE would do any kind of cooking ...the would be right there at her feet in the kitchen. I'm in the kitchen frying up chicken last night and the was on the couch. I make scrambled eggs or muffins in the morning ...muttifer is on the couch (or my chair once I vacate it). I used to joke that my liked to beg ...me NOT to cook. That the cockroaches picketed my kitchen with little "We have Standards!" signs. Even that I installed an icemaker because I keep fucking up the recipe for ice cubes. ...and as of last night, I confirmed that the doesn't even like to be in the kitchen with me. Dang, that smarts! (especially given that I've seen him lick his own butt) *sigh* I guess I'd best scratch cook off the resume. |
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That's too funny! I'm surprised he wasn't begging for chicken, though. Was the rest of it a lot of veggies? Either way, it sounds good! Pagan  Hmmmm....I know I left that wand around here somewhere!
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