A Sensational Saturday
We are in the midst of the rainy season and indeed there is much flooding. Weeds have been growing like weeds in our yard. I've been longing for a warm sunny day to pull them before they take over and while their roots can still be gently coaxed from the sodden soil. Well, in spite of the forecast, we had a perfectly lovely and sunny Saturday, praise God.
Friday afternoon, we went to look at a mobile home for sale near Walnut Grove. We found several main roads closed due to flooding and the river looked ominously overfull with churning eddies and dangerous cross currents. I used to be a very strong swimmer but doubt I'd have been a match for these murky waters. The ride was a nice break, and the pretty young realtor a dedicated soul, but the mobile home was horridly overpriced!
California housing costs are out of this world! Our rent is low for the area but it's high for us! I wonder how folks can afford to live here... We can't. Every month, the Lord does a miracle with our finances and we get by, but we are diligently seeking some way to cut our housing expense.
But I'm off on a rabbit trail again. Back to my Saturday. We worked in the yard. It was fun and we got a lot done... much still needs done, too. I came inside to fix supper and then the fun really began!
I was using a macaroni and cheese recipe out of my Italian cookbook. It called for scalding some milk in one pan, melting some butter and adding flour in another pan and combining them after the butter-flour mixture had cooked a few minutes. I should have known that would lead to trouble...
I had the milk on a low burner and had just gotten the butter out of the frig when my slow cooker leapt from its home atop the frig to the floor where the pottery insert crashed with an incredibly loud and shrill sound. Richard came running in to see if I was okay and the phone began to ring. It was Donna. Like an idiot, I talked with her instead of having her call back.
Richard was sweeping up the remains of my crock pot, I was talking with Donna and melting butter in a sauce pan, the milk, which the cookbook cautioned not to boil, had boiled over unnoticed, and my Teflon safe utensil was on fire. I mentioned the fire to Donna and we both decided to visit later. Oh yes, using a fringed dish towel for a pot holder, I had moved the boiling pot of pasta to the back burner so I could use the front for my sauce. In doing so, the fringe brushed the burner and burst into flames.
Somehow we ate. The macaroni and cheese was a bit dry (I forgot to replace all the milk lost in the boil-over). I was proud that throughout all the culinary capers I did not flood (when the brain becomes overwhelmed and stops processing info, common in TBI survivors). My brain continued to function, sort of. The kitchen, of course, was a shambles. I left it that way. We took our food to the office and ate while we goofed off on the computers.
Later, I had one of my TBI headaches... a real killer. Now, it's gone and I have just gone in to clean the kitchen. The stove was a major mess. I should have dealt with it right away; it would have saved a ton of work.
Now, I am just tired. I am so thankful Richard did laundry and changed the bed. He's fast asleep and I will soon be the same way. Had a great day in spite of the fiasco in the kitchen. God is good. Life is fun.
Friday afternoon, we went to look at a mobile home for sale near Walnut Grove. We found several main roads closed due to flooding and the river looked ominously overfull with churning eddies and dangerous cross currents. I used to be a very strong swimmer but doubt I'd have been a match for these murky waters. The ride was a nice break, and the pretty young realtor a dedicated soul, but the mobile home was horridly overpriced!
California housing costs are out of this world! Our rent is low for the area but it's high for us! I wonder how folks can afford to live here... We can't. Every month, the Lord does a miracle with our finances and we get by, but we are diligently seeking some way to cut our housing expense.
But I'm off on a rabbit trail again. Back to my Saturday. We worked in the yard. It was fun and we got a lot done... much still needs done, too. I came inside to fix supper and then the fun really began!
I was using a macaroni and cheese recipe out of my Italian cookbook. It called for scalding some milk in one pan, melting some butter and adding flour in another pan and combining them after the butter-flour mixture had cooked a few minutes. I should have known that would lead to trouble...
I had the milk on a low burner and had just gotten the butter out of the frig when my slow cooker leapt from its home atop the frig to the floor where the pottery insert crashed with an incredibly loud and shrill sound. Richard came running in to see if I was okay and the phone began to ring. It was Donna. Like an idiot, I talked with her instead of having her call back.
Richard was sweeping up the remains of my crock pot, I was talking with Donna and melting butter in a sauce pan, the milk, which the cookbook cautioned not to boil, had boiled over unnoticed, and my Teflon safe utensil was on fire. I mentioned the fire to Donna and we both decided to visit later. Oh yes, using a fringed dish towel for a pot holder, I had moved the boiling pot of pasta to the back burner so I could use the front for my sauce. In doing so, the fringe brushed the burner and burst into flames.
Somehow we ate. The macaroni and cheese was a bit dry (I forgot to replace all the milk lost in the boil-over). I was proud that throughout all the culinary capers I did not flood (when the brain becomes overwhelmed and stops processing info, common in TBI survivors). My brain continued to function, sort of. The kitchen, of course, was a shambles. I left it that way. We took our food to the office and ate while we goofed off on the computers.
Later, I had one of my TBI headaches... a real killer. Now, it's gone and I have just gone in to clean the kitchen. The stove was a major mess. I should have dealt with it right away; it would have saved a ton of work.
Now, I am just tired. I am so thankful Richard did laundry and changed the bed. He's fast asleep and I will soon be the same way. Had a great day in spite of the fiasco in the kitchen. God is good. Life is fun.
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