Monday, December 29, 2008

If cleanliness is next to godliness, I've been cooking sinner dinners

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I was organizing pictures from Christmas and I'd forgotten all about this one. That is what my PERFECT MOTHAFUCKIN' APPLE PIE turned out looking like! I hate to be a braggart, but I was so nervous about this - I'm always nervous making something new for the first time (and no, I'd never made one before and no, I'm not a Communist), but making something new FOR SOMEONE ELSE? Ooh. Pressure. George loved it, Brian said it was the best one he'd ever tasted and his mom said it looked too pretty to eat. In short, it ruled.

Today I made quick work of taking down all evidence of Christmas in the house. I did leave up my white string of lights just like last year, but that does't count. I was ready to have the stuff put away. While there are many opinions on when you should put them away, I got the urge to do it today. It's part of my master plan to whip this hellhole of a house into shape before I go back to work next week. Along with having a washing machine again which will allow me clean undies, linens and work clothes, I think being clean and organized will put me in a good frame of mind to face work again. And I need to be in a good frame of mind right now, for several reasons. Somehow the dirt, dog hair and detrius (I can't resist alliteration) snuck up on me and started taking over the house again. How does that happen? I guess those books don't read themselves so I tend to ignore chores sometimes.

Here's a hint when you know it's time to clean your oven and stove. When you're browning ground beef for dinner as I was doing tonight and the stove burner catches fire, including foot high flames, and smoke starts pouring out of the oven. I thought we were finally going to get to use our fire extinguisher, but Brian got it out by quickly turning it off and lifting up the entire stovetop to snuff it out at the source. It looks like a diner's old ass grease pit under there. I should've been wearing a dirty white t-shirt, paper hat and a nametag with "Mel" on it all this time, had I known.

I guess I picked a good week to clean.

8 comments:

iamheatherjo said...

Zee pie, she is a masterpiece! :)

eljay said...

Hey Babe, Nice Pie!
(my boobies hurt)

morethananelectrician said...

If you get to be Mel, then can I put on a red wig and be called Flo?

As long as I'm not the dorky dude with the rimmed glasses...that telephone guy.

Kim said...

Actually I'd be any of them except Vera. She used to get on my damn nerves and I was only like ten years old.

iamheatherjo said...

Vera was irritating but she had the cool bunk bed setup in her apartment! :)

Kim said...

Holy crap; I now have this insane urge to watch a five hour marathon of Alice.

Whiskeymarie said...

Mmmm...pie.

Me & a friend still prank phone-call restaurants/people and ask if they have pie. If they say yes, we ask if we can "have some hair pie to go".

Yes, we are 12 year-old boys.

But that IS a nice pie.

Kim said...

I cannot ever say or think "pie" like a normal adult either.
Had I known YOU would be looking at this picture WM, I would've been freaking out about the store bought crust all over again. Luckily now it's too late.