Weird things we ( I ) do in the kitchen

I just can't leave this "kitchen subject" without mentioning some weird habits  I have in the kitchen and some prety funny instructions.

I don't know if any of you have the same habit ( I do hope I'm not the only one) but I have this little stool that I bring in my kitchen whenever I'm baking something. I place it infront  of my owen, bring my Shandy supplies and light a smoke. As soon as whatever is placed in the owen, I sit infront of it and WATCH my master piece.

On one of my daughter Ana's visits  to our island, I  just made myself confortable with all my additional stuff infront of the owen and she comes in the kitchen. Looking at me, she says:

"OMG, so thats where I got it from.

"Got WHAT from",  I asked.

"Well, the sitting and watching infront of  the owen *thing*.

"Oh, so you do the same thing"

"Sure, I thought I was weird, or something, but now seeing you doing it as well, I guess it runs in the family", she replyed.

Somehow, whenever I tell this story, I have to remember Erica Yong (my Guru of all Gurus)....the comparison actualy has nothing to do with food ...what-so-ever, and I do apologize for mixing food and "this stuff" , but , maybe, after all, it has some weird connection. She wrote in one of her books ( of which I gladly posess all of her work) that most of us, after finishing the "hard work" in the toilet, we stand up, turn around and always proudly  check the "piece / or pieces of art we just produced..or got rid off"....maybe no connection to the kitchen habits...but worth mentioning. LOL.

Oh, and there was another habit , I thankfuly don't do anymore. Now, just in case you wondered, I was told this by an Italian cook...so, ok, maybe he was pulling my leg, but it sure worked out well. Now days, when we buy pasta, on all the packages we get the cooking time written, so no need to do what I used to do b/4.

To check if your pasta was sufficiently cooked (al-dente) I was told you take a spagetti out of your boiling pot, throw it on the ceiling, if it drops immediately = its not done yet, if it sticks to the ceiling and then slowly comes off and falls = its just the right "al-dente" type. So, if somebody came in the kitchen and saw me throwing spagettis into the ceiling...they knew lunch was not ready yet.  Thankfuly, I don't have this habit any more, and the ceiling is much cleaner now.

OK, no Erica Yong comments connected to "throwing pasta on the ceiling....although, there might be one or two...nawww....maybe next time.

911..Lynn, Javacat, Sheila...everyone...I want to report a shooting!

There is definitely something in the air, and that "something" affects  our husbands, partners...w/e in the male form. Wonder who the hell went retrograde now, and why was there no warning about this????

Yesterday, quiet and pleasant Saturday afternoon in the house. Picture the scene ***Georgio (10) out with his friends,  Stefan (22) out, also with his friends, ME ...now where do you think...mmmhhmmm...right...sitting in my study infront of Winston (my computer...love giving names to anything and everything) klicking and wandering thru...., my husband...now what did you think...very good...yeeesssss, in the living room with the remote in his hand...watching TV. Ok got the picture? Cool. I may proceed .

Now, thats a normal and usual scene in our house...."BUT"...this is what happens when something is in the air...affecting ^^ see above mentioned.

I could see just with the corner of my eye that "he" passed by, strolling like, well, not to worry, what time is it, maybe coffee time...maybe toilet time...whatever...klick, klick, klick .....BANG!!!!CRACK!!!  CRAK!!!!! OMG!!!!

Me:  ,    WTF?!?

Him: <<<mood of the voice<<<  Lila, please stay with Winston and don't get up.....

Now, thats a mistake, don't ever tell Lila what not to do....k?

Right, got up from my chair and coutiously going towards Georgio's room, I find my husband in a weird position ...his hands on his face...like saying "what have  I done", from him I glance towards Georgio's table ....there's my precious antique lamp ...BUT...the antique porcelaine shade has a hole in it and  you can still hear the cracking sound as it continues to crack...crack...crack.... ( now when I say "my" IT IS MINE)....

A glance back at my husband, now if he was in any other state then "I plead guilty" state of mind....I would have blown my top off and yelled like hell, but seeing his guilty face I instead burst into laughter. Now its his time to look at me in a shocking way, as he knows very well how I react ....but this time it was just too much. Thru my head I pictured Lynn's hair dryer, Javacat's calculator, and a couple of other minor things that happend during the passed few days, so wth. Finnaly I had to ask ...:

Me: OK, now, could you just tell me, pleeease,  how did you managed to do THIS?????

Him: Well, I was kinda bored, you with Winston.... so just walked thru the house, went into Georgio's room, saw the toy gun , took it in my hand, you know like in the movies...holding it in a horizontal position ( hey, he is actualy showing me how he shot my lamp shade)...aimed and pulled the trigger.......I swear, I didn't know there were any bullets inside....

What do you tell a guy who just shot your lamp with a toy gun?

That he's crazy, well its quite obvious that he's crazy, wtf was he doing strolling thru the house in mid of a quiet Saturday afternoon.....well...he said he was bored....does he miss his childhood and playing with toy guns...apparently he does, but at this moment in time , if I'm lucky, he just might never think of playing with a toy gun again....or else.

I was still laughing my ***off and coming back to "play"  peacefully with Winston, while he picked up the small pieces of porcelaine and ductaped the lamp...huh.

I was soon being served a cup of coffee, and told later on in the evening that maybe it could be a nice blog entry, now that was going a bit too far and pushing his luck. If I was all cool about it, it doesn't mean he can be cool about it or EVEN mention my Sancuary Place....now, wait a minute......but fine, I said, I'll think about it, tomorrow. /my favorite attitude...by Scarlet O'Hara - Gone With the Wind.

An idea crossed my mind, today,  creating a cat that looks like one of my mom's cats...you see both of her cats ware a ribbon around their neck with a tiny bell...so she knows at all times where they are and what are they up to......

....not a bad idea at all...wonder what colour of ribbon should I chose?

Now, Sheila, think about this,/is it the full moon..must check it out - my son Stefan also sleepwalks/,  Lynn..please put my antique lamp shade on the post-mortum list, and Javacat....I understand, I realy do.

Oh, and don't just try to be smart and asked why the hell did I place an antique lamp in Georgio's room...OK? I don't thing Georgio would even come up with such an idea. What now, was all this  MY FAULT??? Oh, well, see this is the trouble with us Geminis, we have an angel on one of our shoulders and a devil on the other....we end up, or "they" end up fighting just all day long, and all this questions and answers...we go thru them even before you have time to post a comment....so,  SKATT!!!!

 

 

Modern tech and bureaucracy -vs- ME !!!!

Maybe this doesn't happen in your country, in your world but it happened to ME.

A couple of days ago, I wanted to buy on-line tickets for my trip to Milano. Just as mostly everything is done on-line today, as they say its, easy, it saves time...BUT...it can also be frustrating, annoying and all the rest.

So I enter the site of this airline  company  and at the last stage when I'm supposed to get the verification code...it goes POOOOOOFFFFF.....I'm kicked out, to be exact.

So I go in again do the same procedure...and get kicked out again. Ok, this is a good enough reason for my first smoke....

Now, I decide to leave the super "easy-saving-time-technology" and call them on the phone. NOPE, they have no registration of my name, of my flight or my payment.....smoke, smoke.......

OK.....smoke......I call my bank and guess what they tell me...."yes Mam, your account has been charged for so much Euros for purchasing a ticket ..........smoke...smoke....smoke....

Well, I phone the airline again, wait , wait wait, in case you want to purchase tickets...press 1, in case you want info on the flight schedule press 2.......and in case you want to complain JUST STAY ON LINE AND WAIT !!!!  smoke ...smoke...smoke...smoke....

Finally, someone decides to answer my call, I explain everything and they say..."very sorry, but you have to send us your confirmation verified by your bank and we'll get back to you ASAP"..............  cute...real nice and easy and saving-your-time.

Its Friday, so NOTHING can be done until Monday.....you can just sit and wait, get hypertension, yell at everyone around you, smash the doors, or drink Xanax and chill out.

Monday....BANK....Hello / Hello, I explain everything again, ask if they could help me in any way / I mean I'm their client - am I not / well  NO, sorry but we cannot help you in any other way but print your extract from your account....WE CANNOT put a stamp on it...as we do not do that!!!!!!!!!!! And all the rest, Mam, you'll have to do yourself. FINE!!!!!!

Back home, on the phone again, press 1, press 2 press whatever you want or just try to stay cool and wait for another half hr......Repeat the story for idk which time, and I get a number of their Fax and an e-mail to write to them explaining /for which time would it be now?????/ everything, enclose a copy of your Bank statement, and we'll forward it to our CLIENTES-CONSULTING-AND -RECLAMATION-DEPARTMENT.  How sweet

Well now, someone tell me, if this is safe, easy and saving my time, not to mention the additional packs of cigarettes, Xanax, my family trying not to get in my way or step on my shadow, and ME GOING COMPLETELY CRAAAAAZZYYYYYYYY  smoke...xanax...smoke....

If you are, wondering, I'm still waiting for the airline company to call me. The only bright side of this story is that I'm not supposed to travel before the 2nd of February, what would have happened if I was travelling the next day......I KNOW,   DON'T ...JUST SKIP IT....OK?  smoke...xanax...smoke...xanax.....smoke.....