Or 'How To Wash Your Floor Via Inundation From Your Sink'
Now, given that this post is not starting with 'Easy-Off Is The Greatest Thing Since Sliced Bread' or 'The Burnt Came Off Then Caked On Me', you're probably fully aware that the burnt is still in the bottom of my oven. I know I said I absolutely have to get this taken care of by Nov. 3 because Nov. 5th marks six weeks until Christmas. That was a complete lie, wasn't it? I daresay I have so much on my plate that I can't even keep track of days. I'm losing them left, right and center, aren't I?
Well, regardless of my losing days, I still committed myself to getting it cleaned by the third and it isn't done. I had every intention of getting this done but, as the actual title of this entry suggests, a funny thing happened before I could get to it. You see, I wanted to thaw some fish to nom for dinner (cooking in the Crock-Pot as we speak, for the sake of over-sharing) so I threw it in the sink and ran the tap. Then, smart cookie that I am (no baking pun intended), I put earplugs in and tended to other things. Then the lights in my apartment turned off and back on again.
"What on earth could have caused -- must check fish!"
I don't know nor can I say for sure that the flicker of power is related (because the kitchen floor appears to be completely sealed at the seams) but it certainly got me moving. In the kitchen where, standing in my stocking feet, my socks began to absorb the error of my ways. Twenty minutes, two tea towels, one beach towel, a sponge mop and a big red bucket later and the kitchen floor got an unintended cleaning. My mom says to look at the positive side of things so, if anything, I now know that my floor is absolutely clean! Indirect score!
Long story short(er), after cleaning the kitchen floor then setting up the fish to cook (which I sadly did not nom for dinner tonight but will certainly enjoy tomorrow... and the day after that, and the day after that) I had too many more things to take care of and the Easy-Off kept its home under the sink.
However, I'm thinking that this is all for the better. On one hand, I totally, utterly and completely screwed up the date and would have felt like a fool. Save number one. The kitchen floor has been mopped clean. Indirect, but still makes save number two. Lastly, if I had gone through the with Friday plan, I likely would have been stuck with a massive over-abundance of cookies to eat. This, then, would have caused me to gain weight which would cause me to stress and go to the gym and that would ultimately lead to a decrease in my productivity. That brings us up to three saves. Plus, I have dinner plans on Sunday this week so even if I start on Monday (as I now plan to) I wouldn't have time to bake before Monday. There you have it, a total of four saves.
One screw-up for four saves? That certainly seems to be a fair trade to me under the circumstances. Mind you, I didn't get as much writing done today as I would have liked. I suppose tomorrow I will have to get up much earlier and get 'er done!
Provided I don't have an attempted recipe for you, let's talk about something else that I adore. No, not science. I assure you that if I were to do that, it would be the last time you and I spoke. My mother has told me that I talk entirely too fast and in way too much detail. Clearly, my abilities of knowledge transfer and translation need further improvement. Welcome yet another goal for my four-year stretch! But I digress so let's get back to it. What I would like to talk about is apples.
I love 'em. Oh, sweet, sweet accessory fruit.
I swear to you that I eat about an apple a day. If the saying is true, this would be the most likely reason that I see the doctor at a rate of about three visits per annum (or rather, one yearly and the odd appointment for minor stuff). With so many different kinds how you ever get bored of something that is so easy to eat out of hand?
Apple uses certainly stretch far beyond that. M likes apple cider and apple sauce but, after some bush-beating, I had to simply tell him that those things are for wusses. Real (wo)men eat them straight from the tree, just as they come. I jest, of course, because I, too, like apple sauce even if it means that many apples had to suffer to make it and regardless of losing fibre and nutrients from lack of peel. All I can really say is, "You win some, you lose some." Plus, the beauties eaten straight off the tree aren't necessarily the ones headed to the chopping block for applesauce-making purposes. I swear they have an apple for everything!
Perhaps most adored or, if you prefer, the apple of my apple-consuming eye, is the apple pie application. I haven't yet tried to make this elusive baked good that only makes it to our table on special occasions (sadly absent this Thanksgiving), but I think that I just might. My G-mom used to make a mean one, not too sweet and all apple. The 'Home Country' ones that they sell in the store, made by machines on a line, just aren't the same. I think it’s the lack of heart in the machine. Store-bought cookies are also quite lack-luster. Aside from the frighteningly long list of stuff in them, that is. There's no way the recipes I use are that complicated!
Okay, so I'm not an apple expert or an orchard consultant, but there's one more little detail concerning out-of-hand apples that we need to talk about. That, my friends, is the difference based on size. After a long conversation with C regarding this topic, we believe that apples can be divided into two main categories: dating and commitment. The first, the dating apple, is generally fit-in-your hand sized and is appropriate for all occasions and circumstances without prior planning or consideration. They are just enough apple for that 'I think that I would like an apple' fix. The commitment apple, on the other hand, needs a little more consideration. Not because you don't want to eat them, but because you want to enjoy the experience. You want to make sure that you don't have to come back for seconds later (because then the apple is brown and, even though it still tastes just as good, brown apples are sort of off-putting and irksome).
All in all, apples are pretty awesome-sauce. Pun most certainly intended!
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| The aforementioned difference between apple sizes. On the left, we have the commitment apple. Far larger than the dating apple, shown on the left, consumption of this apple clearly takes some more consideration. Is the eater hungry enough to sit down and eat the whole thing? The answer? Heck, yes, hit me with the best commitment apple you got! ^_^ |
