Kristel's Blog

… or at least it looks like there as been. A very horrible, very tomatoey murder. (sorry, did you think there’d be blood? If so, you’re reading the wrong blog. If there was blood, this entry’s title would be, “My accident-proneness has struck again when the knife slipped again.” But it’s not.) ANYWAYS… I decided I should actually use my Rachael Ray cookbook. (30 Minute Meals) And what better place to start, but the beginning, right? So the first five or so are for making meals out of your cabinet. I didn’t have any of the ingredients in my cabinet, but a trip to the grocery store fixed that. I cooked the pasta, and started on the sauce. It was going well, until I added the garlic to the oil (step one) which aparently was too hot, and it quickly filled my kitchen with smoke at which point, I removed it from the heat, opened a couple windows, turned on the fan and went on with my cooking. Step two: pretty much add remaining ingredients. Okay, so I do that, heated it through, it’s all going well… or so I think. I turned down the stove, since I decided actually draining the pasta would be a good move, so i turn away to dump the pasta into the strainer. I turn around 5 seconds later, when i hear the sauce start to bubble… and notice that those few bubbles managed to get just about everything in my kitchen covered with sauce. The upper & lower cabinets, the floor, the stove, the range hood, the fridge, the back of my sweater & jeans,… you get the point. I remove from heat, dump pasta in, and serve myself. It was tasty, but salty. Also, way too much food. I ate maybe a quarter of a serving. Couldn’t taste the anchovies, just like she promised, so it was all good. In the process, I also learned what capers were. (Aparently a caper is a thorny plant, with flowers. Like a rosebush, but the flowers aren’t anything like roses. So capers, the ones you find with the pickles, are the pickled buds of said plant.) Anyways, the moral of the story: don’t turn your back to spaghetti sauce; and if you’re using my stove, medium heat == medium low.

On a different note, it was the girls’ weekend last weekend. It was fun, but my grandma moves really slow, so I felt kind of bad about leaving Auntie Trev with her for a while. We really should get together more than once a year. Oshawa isn’t that far away, certainly no farther than Peterborough. But back to the weekend. Things went rather smoothly I thought; well, besides dinner at the Stonecrock, my non-rising tea bisquits, breakfast at the hotel, my allergic reation to that lotion at the market… i think it went up from there though! I also realized that probably about a quarter of conversations with my grandma are in the following format:

• 1/5 The actual point of what she’s talking about
• 1/5 Relating a part of the point to some person someone in the group knows as well
• 3/5 Telling us where the above person lives, in relation to other people’s houses.

Okay, maybe I’m exagerating, and I did come to this realization when I was trying to fall asleep when she and mum were talking before bed, so it might not be the whole truth, but still… I love my grandma anyways.

Between girls’ weekend, and shopping with Joanna yesturday, I’ve gotten most of my christmas shopping done. I have only two family gifts and three friends’ gifts left to get. So not that bad, though I should get the one heading for Germany out soon.

Watching Air Farce, going to miss it. Hope there’s reruns.

…okay, now i’m taking about nothing. so probably a good place to end my blog. For now… dun dun dun…

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