Every time I cook for a relatively large group (12 this time), I treat it as an adventure. The reason being, I don't have an oven. I have a six-burner cooktop, a microwave and a toaster oven. One must see the humor in this, after eight years, to continue to do it.
So, the morning started, before having my coffee, with two things falling out of the pantry cabinet. An opened package of spaghetti noodles and an opened bag of coffee grounds..........neither should have been opened, but were. What a mess - I just wanted to walk away. Unfortunately when you live alone you (1) can't wait for someone else to clean it up, or (2) blame it on anyone but yourself. It's kinda like that scorpion story about a month and a half ago. Either I killed it or waited for it to find me...........you know the rest of THAT story.
So, that was two things. I'm superstitious enough to always wait for the third thing..........and yup, about three hours later, something flew into my ear. I stuck my fingernail in to get it out. Isn't that what you're supposed to do? And, the nail broke..........and was stuck in my ear. So I did what any somewhat intelligent person would do, wouldn't they? I turned my head on its side and hit myself on the other side. It worked and I laughed at how silly I probably looked.
The cooking has gone fine - so far I've completed two corn souffles, and au gratin potatoes.
Tomorrow I'll fix a big salad, maybe make a couple of pies and then cook the spiral ham in the microwave along with a brie encased in pastry. I think that should be enough.......oh and I have boiled shrimp. If you saw my tiny kitchen you would not think any of that would be possible.
But, as I said, I take it as an adventure....it's fun.
Wish you could be here BUT I wouldn't have any more chairs, ha!