A Setback
June 10, 2008
… In my quest to become a domestic goddess:
Last night, at the end of a log weekend of baking cookies and making soup, I finally got around to seasoning our new wok. I’d lost the little strip of cardboard that told me what to do, so I went from memory.
Anyway, short story even shorter, I burned the oil and now our entire flat (and everything in it – including The Dude’s work gear, freshly washed and ironed for his first day back after a month off) smells like the arse end of a chip shop.
And not in a good way.
Yes, I suck.
hee!
But at least you have a workable oven now, yes?
postive thinking baby…
And um, yeah, burnt oil smell… sorry, I have nothing.
oh my god.
i just feel like all my friends have been at a party but i wasnt invited. on purpose.
AB – Yes, tis true. The oven doth work. Well, even. I shall keep this in mind as I CHOKE ON THE BURNING SMELL.
Mex – You are so invited. I don’t even think I could have a party and not invite you. I just don’t know enough people to be that picky …
I find it very hard to focus on anything other than the fact that The Dude had a month off.
This makes me envious in a way that I can’t even describe, even though I am two days into a two week break….
You tried, and you failed miserably, MissE. The lesson is, never try.
Gigglewick – yes, it’s a little difficult to get past. It’s really just the standard four weeks annual leave, but they’re encouraged to take it all in one go, anytime except Christmas. Whereas I fall into that category of people who never seem to get to taking all their annual leave and would be dreaming if they could get more than a week off in one go ever.
Jacob – See, this is why you can’t ever leave the interwebs. Who would bring all the Simpsons love?
Yes, I’m sending that love down the well.