Guess what I was doing at 12:35 am? I was finishing my baking. UGH! We tried the oven one last time around 11:00 and it roared to life! I quickly slid in my pans, not wanting to waste our good fortune of the oven getting hot. The timer went off and I went to take my pans out and I am NOT amused! Some of the items are a tad bit overdone, OK burnt in the corners and bottom. I do not know if we had a surge last night as all the need for dinner cooking was over, or because our oven has been temperamental for the last 4 years. All the work, all the tries to get the oven going and now this. I decide to deal with it in the morning and let everything cool overnight.
I head to bed tired with my shirt covered in pumpkin and a very messy kitchen. First thing hubby says is what's burning? NOTHING I say! He insists that he smells something burning...where was that burned food sniffing nose of his 30 minutes ago? I tell him that everything is fine and to go back to sleep. Well he is not letting this go, as 20 minutes later he asks again if something is burning. Good God man, GO TO SLEEP! I sniff and can not detect the slightest whiff of anything burned. This could be because my sniffer has been in the kitchen all day with onions, garlic, cloves, cayenne, and dish soap.
I wake up to hubby trying to wrangle the dishes into a manageable pile to wash and load into the dishwasher. I tell him I will do the dishes and start sudsing up. He says what am I going to do with all this food. I tell him that I am going to wrap some up and put it in the freezer. He says what about the burnt stuff? He says that he even got up in the middle of the night to come check things out in the kitchen because a burning smell kept waking him up. I am so going to hurt this man (I kid)! I get the dishwasher going and turn to the pile o' baked goods. The applesauce cake is good as is, no burned anything! I cut it up into squares for freezing and eating now. I turn to the pumpkin cake that I made in round cake pans. I am beginning to really dislike these pans, as it is a dark grey teflon that always seems to burn everything. Everything else I made in the Pyrex type dishes was just fine. I pop the cakes out and one has two burn marks and the other two I just had to cut a tiny piece or two off. I wrap them up for the freezer and hubby says did you cut off the burned part? Really buddy? It is a small extra dark piece of cake you are getting all worked up about.
I made a beautiful pan of juicy peach cobbler and HATE it! The crust tastes too much like flour to me and is disappointing. I do not know if this is because the nice dollops of topping became one large mass from sitting on the counter until the oven was working, or if it is a not good topping recipe. I have tried many many topping recipes and even Paula Deen's recipe was not good to me. If you have a tried and true crunchy flavorful cobbler topping recipe, I sure would appreciate it if you could share it with me.
I have decided to put the whole John Brooks shopping fiasco behind me and start on getting my stuffed peppers and chicken cacciatore (I am going to use this recipe instead) assembled, so I can be done in the kitchen. I open the fridge to get the chicken out and it is missing. How does a vacuum packed bag of chicken legs and thighs disappear? I look thru the fridge, I look on the counter and I even look in the trash. They are nowhere to be found. Hubby comes in from the back patio (where the grill is) and says, "Lunch is ready, who wants some chicken?" It is going to be a long long month!
I head to bed tired with my shirt covered in pumpkin and a very messy kitchen. First thing hubby says is what's burning? NOTHING I say! He insists that he smells something burning...where was that burned food sniffing nose of his 30 minutes ago? I tell him that everything is fine and to go back to sleep. Well he is not letting this go, as 20 minutes later he asks again if something is burning. Good God man, GO TO SLEEP! I sniff and can not detect the slightest whiff of anything burned. This could be because my sniffer has been in the kitchen all day with onions, garlic, cloves, cayenne, and dish soap.
I wake up to hubby trying to wrangle the dishes into a manageable pile to wash and load into the dishwasher. I tell him I will do the dishes and start sudsing up. He says what am I going to do with all this food. I tell him that I am going to wrap some up and put it in the freezer. He says what about the burnt stuff? He says that he even got up in the middle of the night to come check things out in the kitchen because a burning smell kept waking him up. I am so going to hurt this man (I kid)! I get the dishwasher going and turn to the pile o' baked goods. The applesauce cake is good as is, no burned anything! I cut it up into squares for freezing and eating now. I turn to the pumpkin cake that I made in round cake pans. I am beginning to really dislike these pans, as it is a dark grey teflon that always seems to burn everything. Everything else I made in the Pyrex type dishes was just fine. I pop the cakes out and one has two burn marks and the other two I just had to cut a tiny piece or two off. I wrap them up for the freezer and hubby says did you cut off the burned part? Really buddy? It is a small extra dark piece of cake you are getting all worked up about.
I made a beautiful pan of juicy peach cobbler and HATE it! The crust tastes too much like flour to me and is disappointing. I do not know if this is because the nice dollops of topping became one large mass from sitting on the counter until the oven was working, or if it is a not good topping recipe. I have tried many many topping recipes and even Paula Deen's recipe was not good to me. If you have a tried and true crunchy flavorful cobbler topping recipe, I sure would appreciate it if you could share it with me.
I have decided to put the whole John Brooks shopping fiasco behind me and start on getting my stuffed peppers and chicken cacciatore (I am going to use this recipe instead) assembled, so I can be done in the kitchen. I open the fridge to get the chicken out and it is missing. How does a vacuum packed bag of chicken legs and thighs disappear? I look thru the fridge, I look on the counter and I even look in the trash. They are nowhere to be found. Hubby comes in from the back patio (where the grill is) and says, "Lunch is ready, who wants some chicken?" It is going to be a long long month!
Oh honey, that man appears to be on your last nerve. Luckily it is the 5th day of only 28 days. Some people just need to be coaxed along really s l o w l y!
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The three of had a conversation this am and he truly believes that by buying paper plates and plastic silverware is saving water and in the long run less harmful. My son said that he will no longer use the plastic silverware as it is killing birds and ducks.
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