Tuesday, January 20, 2009
I would just like to announce that I survived the first visit from my in-laws! My parents have been in and out of the house many times since I moved in...helping bring things over, helping me decide which piece of furniture goes where, etc.
Anthony's parents hadn't been here since we first bought the house, and I was ok with that *because* I wanted it to be JUST SO before they saw it again.
I tried to explain to Anthony over and over (and over and over) that I would always be nervous about their visits because I expect they will be holding me to quite high standards....being the woman that "took" their baby boy away and wanting me to take good care of him and all. I've told him how it's likely that no daughter in law is ever good enough for the in-laws and that I feared that if one tiny little thing was out of place or one speck of dust was shown, it would forever ruin their opinion of me and my housekeeping abilities...that they'd be convinced that their son was living with a terrible housekeeper and probably a terrible wife....
So, yeah, I was nervous about their visit.
Anthony and I slaved away for hours and hours several days in a row in preparation for their visit, and we still had to leave 2 bedroom doors closed because they weren't just "company perfect."
I think we were up until about 2 o'clock the night before, and I was up quite early the morning of their visit...spotless house (save those 2 rooms)...PERFECT Christmas tree...every piece of furniture in place...we were ready.
And they were late (which was important because Anthony had to leave for work)...so the more time that passed while we waited,the more nervous I got.
Did I mention that I was nervous?
They finally arrived, and I am quite pleased to announce that it was a nice visit filled with lots of compliments! Anthony had to leave for work shortly after they arrived, so I was here with them alone for a couple of hours. It was a strange feeling being in our home with Anthony's parents but without Anthony, but I think it went very well.
We had a very nice visit and lunch (no, I did not attempt to cook and burn something!), and they seemed to really enjoy themselves. They complimented us both on how much we'd gotten done, they complimented us on how nice the furniture looked, and they even complimented my Christmas tree!
I'm pretty sure I don't remember what happened after they left....I think I might've collapsed and lost a few hours of time there, but it was worth it...my house was perfect (to the naked eye) when they got here, and Anthony told me how much he appreciated all my hard work for their visit.
Now....about those two closed doors.............
So, I haven’t cooked much in the kitchen in our house yet. Partly because the house is still far too much of a mess to try to get into anything accomplished in the kitchen, but it’s mostly because all my kitchen things (pots, pans, utensils, small appliances, etc) are still on display in my mom’s dining room. This being, of course, because we’ve been a lil’ busy since the wedding w/the 2 week honeymoon and the whole Christmas thing, and because I’ve not wanted to move anything until I had what’s here set up exactly how I want it. Somehow, I’m thinking this is going to get old soon- both for us and for my mom who probably wants her space back!
This morning, instead of getting up for our usual Sunday brunch at La Hacienda, we wound up sleeping in and fixing some breakfast at home. I thought, “OK, this should be simple enough. We can make toast in the oven, cook bacon in the microwave, and I can use my brand new egg cooker (received as a birthday gift) to poach some eggs! Easy!”
See, most of my friends probably have no clue what an egg cooker is, but I grew up using my mom’s and love it! With the handy-dandy little egg cooker, I can hard boil, soft boil, or poach eggs in just a few minutes and with a total lack of major effort! The egg cookers my mom always used had the shell piercer (is that even a word?!) in the middle of the egg rack, and measure marks for the water in the bottom of the cooker (up to this level for soft cooked, up to this level for hard, etc). This egg cooker, however, has a separate little measuring cup with the hole puncher on the bottom—which wouldn’t be so bad if it had a WARNING about that! I’m taking it out of the box and pulling the plastic off the cup, and- what’s that sharp thing in my finger?! Oh, the hole puncher! See, it’s clear and made of the same plastic that the cup’s made of…so you sorta’ can’t see it. Again, warning!? Would it be so hard?!
Ah, but this little cup doesn’t stop with being devious with the hole puncher, it also has tricky little marks on it, as well! Common sense would say they’d mark it “fill to half for soft boiled eggs, fill to top for hard boiled eggs.” But, no! It’s fill to line 1 for soft eggs, fill to line 7 for 7 hard eggs but line 4 for 5 hard eggs, etc. Seriously?
So, ok…I figure out the egg cooker and get my 4 eggs in for poaching (water up to line 4, thank you very much!). Then Anthony puts the bacon in the microwave to cook, and I turn on the oven. This particular oven has high broil and low broil. Hmm….I’m thinking high broil would just be a higher temperature and would toast the bread faster. So, on high the broiler goes (mistake #1), and I move the shelf up to the top rack (mistake #2).
As my eggs are nearing perfectly poached and the microwave has cut off, I stick the bread in the oven and close the door. I do not exaggerate when I say that I closed the door, turned around to close the pantry door, and turned back around to check the eggs when I already smelled that oh-so-familiar burn smell. “What the…?” I think as I throw open the over door to F L A M E S. (Now *that* would’ve made a good photo!)
I know that we all can embellish a story from time to time to make it better, but please believe me when I say that I am not exaggerating or forgetting time in this story. I *literally* had that bread in the oven for less than a minute when it erupted into flames! All 3 pieces were flaming, and I do not mean just a spark---I mean the full surface of each piece of bread was FLAMING! Complete arc of flame between the bread and the heating element! Did I mention FIRE IN MY OVEN!
Next time, mint chocolate fudge with Andes Candies mint chocolate chips and low on the ol’ broiler.
One of the many reasons my husband is the best (a long running joke between us in that we both always say the other is "the best").... When I cook really terrible food, he still finds a reason to say it's good!
About a week ago we both got a hankering for some cinnamon rolls. Given that my kitchen isn't completely set up yet and that I'm not quite that industrious, I didn't make them from scratch. I opted for the Pillsbury ones in a can as they hold childhood memories for each of us. My mom always cooked them in a round cake pan, but I don't have one of those here yet. So, I decided that I would just put them in a circle formation closely together...should be the same, right?
Eh...not so much. The middle ones didn't get quite done (which was fine w/me), and the outer ones were burned on the bottom. I don't exaggerate...they were burned. After I gave out my typical disclaimer of "if they're terrible, you will not hurt my feelings," Anthony takes a big bite and says "they're great! I like 'em crunchy!"
That is why my husband rocks!
He also rocks because he stops on the way home for things he hears me say we need....and tonight for dinner he's eating burned cube steak and telling me how good it is. :)
Honestly...despite this post and the one that will follow soon (which actually happened a few weeks ago), I really can cook....sometimes.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
So, as much as I wasn't sure how this Christmas was going to turn out, it wound up being wonderful! I felt a bit like we were kids again while opening our gifts! Reading things like "to my wife, from your husband," or "for my husband, from your wife" on the gift tags didn't get old, and we tore into each package with anticipation of the next bit of fun. We have a Wii, and unbeknownst to each other, we each bought Wii games for the other. He gave me a Wii fit with a couple of different games to use on it, and I gave him the airplane controllers and a flying game and some other games.
So, all in all, once I got rid of my angst of thinking this Christmas wasn't going to be anything special and trying too hard to make it perfect, we wound up having a wonderful first Christmas as husband and wife. Yes, the fun of surprising each other with gifts was nice, and the fun of opening packages never gets old, but the best part was that we were together.
I don't have children to tell stories about, and my life isn't really very exciting...so do I have enough to blog about?
Well, I guess so.
I'm going to try, anyway.
I've decided not to try to post anything from the wedding and honeymoon but to just post a bit about Christmas, then pick up with the post that got me thinking I needed to start a blog in the first place.
We'll see how it goes....