I broke my new grill today. Five hours and I still have to light the #%$%^ thing manually. My older brother, the Middle Child, suggested that perhaps I should have read the instructions. I suggested he come over and be the first person to light the grill.
It was cold and rainy and since my apartment sometimes smells like cat pee as a result (seriously people,
cats do it inside!), I decided it was a soup day. A
Parmesan corn chowder day. Quite possibly it could've become a Parmesan corn chowder and homemade bread day but my new oven is SUPER charged, so it might be a while before anything from the oven makes its way into a post.
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| Chowder is like the Oregon state food. |
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| Finished product! And all I have leftover is one bolt and one nut... |
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| Feed me! |
It's cold and rainy at my house, too. We had couscous pilaf instead of soup. Bad idea. I have couscous stuck to my socks, quinoa stuck in my teeth, and my brother (also the middle child) is too far away to clean it up for me. Though, honestly? I'm considering making him come and do it, anyway ;) Thanks for the chuckles!
ReplyDeleteI have decided that couscous stuck to the socks could provide endless of hours of fun for the puppy. Desi, you are a genius.
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