Aaaanyway...
My oven is broken. Not broken-broken, but the lower element is busted (see picture below), and that made me feel very frowny. I use my oven a couple of times a week, and being without one is ridiculous. Probably because it's broken, I've wanted to bake a great deal more than I would in a "normal" week. I've had a hankering for homemade bread, and also chocolate chip cookies. And muffins. (What can I say? Carbs is my favorite food.)
 |
| See what I mean when I say it's broken? New lower element is coming in today and will be fixed right after work. |
I broken oven can't stop a girl from cooking altogether, though. I made some Double-the-French toast last week sometime. (French toast made with French bread.)
 |
| It tasted even better than this picture looks. Topped with a bit of blackberry syrup and fresh sliced strawberries. |
ALSO, I've been craving homemade BBQ chicken pizza, and I bought all the ingredients necessary before I discovered the brokenness of my oven. So I got online and discovered you can cook pizza on the stove. You better believe I've had a couple of mini pizzas made just so. I've got enough dough to make a few more (but I'll probably make a regular one this evening, once my oven is fixed).
 |
| Mmmm...pizza! |
Another something that is being fixed today is my car door handle, driver's side. Last Friday it broke off in my hand, and it was a very sad moment for me. (Why does car stress make me feel weepy every time?!) My new roommate Serena (shout-out!) followed me to my car guys' place then drove me to work. I called my guys to see when it might be done, and I was told that the wrong door handle was delivered; someone was (is?) driving the correct part to them from Pocatello, my car should be done around 1:00, and they'll drop my car off at my work. Isn't that great of them?!
 |
| A broken car door handle is a pain in the bum. |
Getting into my car over the weekend proved to be obnoxious; I had to get in the passenger's side, start my car, roll down the driver's side window, then get out, walk around the car, and open the door using the inside handle through the open window. (Glad I figured that out before I went to church on Sunday! Climbing over the center console in a dress--in the snow, no less--didn't sound very appealing unto me.)
And now...other things:
 |
| There was a bird flying around the gymnasium at my work last week, flapping around and pooping on the climbing wall. Kaity got close so many times to hitting the dang bird with well-aimed spit wads. |
 |
| Dove Dark chocolate with sea salt and caramel might just be my love language. |
 | |
| A couple of weeks ago, the wind here in I.F. was a real jerk, knocking over and decapitating some mailboxes in my neighborhood. |
 |
| Last Friday, I took a creeper picture of this gentleman drilling said mailboxes into the cement. |
 |
| This was March 26th. A cool, overcast day, but so lovely! |
 | |
| And this was March 30. On my way to church. There was at least 2 inches of wet, heavy snow on my car after church. |
Happy April!
2 comments:
haha..you're love language :)
I was only half-reading over mom's shoulder and I read that as "knocking over and DEFECATING INTO some mailboxes." I thought that was ungentlemanly. Even if it had theoretically been a woman committing such heinous acts of fecal terrorism, you've got to be a man to do that, and an ungentlemanly one at that.
Post a Comment