Thursday, December 15, 2011
The one that got away, and other domestic failures
Observe, the tri-tip roast. Notice the extra sparkles, glinting on the surface of the carefully prepared meat, perfect for a Sunday dinner? No, those sprinkles are not a new take on an old theme (glazing) or I guess maybe they are, but not intentionally. While this roasted at a fairly high heat, per a carefully chosen recipe from the Internet, natch, the Pyrex pan exploded. I wish I hadn't been out shopping, as it purportedly gave out quite an unexpected BOOM when it went, which had followed a few sessions of the smoke alarms going off as the olive oil burned off the roasted root vegetables also being prepared. Sigh. Yes, I am that good. I stayed away long enough to ensure my husband could get the oven cleaned up and order in pizza. Happy Anniversary, Lord Honey! We had actually celebrated with a date night the previous evening, so it wasn't too likely to cause marital devastation, even though we courted each other with me preparing food for him while he worked on my house for free, thus generating a perpetual expectation that I can provide a decent meal every night. Not so, but whatevs.
I don't have my tree. I took last year's Christmas cards off the mantel today. I have yet to complete the long threatened toy purge although I did at least begin. But the middle of that project leaves things in a muddle, rather, as the 17 pieces of 17 toy sets are sorted back into a harmonious grouping of like things alike, leaving roughly 1900 pieces of toys on the floor waiting to be grouped. I have not completed my Christmas shopping, and I have baked nary a treat for my neighbors.
Eggnog, it's time. Come to Mama. Bring Captain Morgan's spiced rum, please.