Rotten
August 8, 2008
I know it's still mid-summer and we have a few weeks left to go, but I am so rooting for fall. Mostly because fall equals THE best shopping season! (For me anyway.) At this point of the year, I am beyond sick of looking at flimsy, skimpy bits of fabric in colours that make me look like a corpse. The best part about this time of year though is that all the fall collections are slowly starting to creep into stores, allowing me to molest all the fantastically soft and fluffy sweaters and get first choice on the good stuff while everyone else is too busy combing the summer clearance racks. This week has been no exception, I am a shopping MACHINE!
I spent no less then FOUR HOURS in my favourite store yesterday which my mom was nice enough to drive me to Etobicoke for, since it doesn't exist in the downtown core anywhere. The sales girls were the absolute best ever, constantly bringing me new things to try just because they hadn't 'seen anyone wear it yet.' My new wardrobe now consists of: 2 pairs of dressy pants - 1 olive, 1 brown, 1 brown leather belt, 1 pair of brown suede ballet flats, 1 short sleeved brown blouse, 1 white pinstripe 3/4 length blouse, 1 teal satin blouse, 1 burgundy sleeveless top and 1 teal scarf. Also with a recommendation from D that we go back when his trip is over to see if the matching jacket to my pants 'is still there.' Spoiled rotten? Pffft.......no....
Something actually rotten: I've been craving a good turkey sandwich for just about forever now and bought some fresh rolls to make some the other day. Well I guess I waited a day too long because they were so stale I could barely cut through them. I thought about popping out to the store to get some more but then felt guilty when I realized I had half a batch of bread dough still sitting in my fridge. I decided to bake it all and have a sandwich on fresh delicious bread. Now to get a crispy crust you need steam, which you do by heating a pan in the oven and pouring water into alongside your bread. I have always used a 8x8 cake pan. For some reason, all I own at our new place is Pyrex dishes which I thought would work just as well. I don't know what provoked me to act so retardedly...I studied glassblowing for God's sake...but I poured water--hot water, mind you, I know way better then to use cold--into my 425F pan and low and behold it EXPLODED LIKE A BOMB.
Shit.
I managed to slam the door shut and shield my eyeballs from being sliced to ribbons but I am far too scared to go survey the damage to my oven and I am still sandwich-less as my dough is surely embedded with shrapnel. It is a sad day on the lunch front.
I spent no less then FOUR HOURS in my favourite store yesterday which my mom was nice enough to drive me to Etobicoke for, since it doesn't exist in the downtown core anywhere. The sales girls were the absolute best ever, constantly bringing me new things to try just because they hadn't 'seen anyone wear it yet.' My new wardrobe now consists of: 2 pairs of dressy pants - 1 olive, 1 brown, 1 brown leather belt, 1 pair of brown suede ballet flats, 1 short sleeved brown blouse, 1 white pinstripe 3/4 length blouse, 1 teal satin blouse, 1 burgundy sleeveless top and 1 teal scarf. Also with a recommendation from D that we go back when his trip is over to see if the matching jacket to my pants 'is still there.' Spoiled rotten? Pffft.......no....
Something actually rotten: I've been craving a good turkey sandwich for just about forever now and bought some fresh rolls to make some the other day. Well I guess I waited a day too long because they were so stale I could barely cut through them. I thought about popping out to the store to get some more but then felt guilty when I realized I had half a batch of bread dough still sitting in my fridge. I decided to bake it all and have a sandwich on fresh delicious bread. Now to get a crispy crust you need steam, which you do by heating a pan in the oven and pouring water into alongside your bread. I have always used a 8x8 cake pan. For some reason, all I own at our new place is Pyrex dishes which I thought would work just as well. I don't know what provoked me to act so retardedly...I studied glassblowing for God's sake...but I poured water--hot water, mind you, I know way better then to use cold--into my 425F pan and low and behold it EXPLODED LIKE A BOMB.
Shit.
I managed to slam the door shut and shield my eyeballs from being sliced to ribbons but I am far too scared to go survey the damage to my oven and I am still sandwich-less as my dough is surely embedded with shrapnel. It is a sad day on the lunch front.
Labels: accidents, cooking, food, ridiculous
Glad you,re okay, how's the oven?
It wasn't any of the pretty vintage stuff, was it?