So I told myself when I started this that it wouldn't become a food blog. But when I have something as absolutely delicious as what I made last night, I can't help but share... I'm sorry I don't have any pictures, but I'm sure your mental images are just about correct. :)
Fair warning: This recipe calls for a LOT of butter/margarine. If you need to cut it down for your dietary needs, I'm sure that would be OK, but I can't vouch for the buttery goodness that is the Garlic Butter Chicken & Swiss Sandwich if you do...
This recipe will make 6 sandwiches. Feel free to cut it down as desired for however many you need. :)
Ingredients:
1 package (6) french rolls (Not the hoagie style, but the crusty French Dip style. I use the 3x5 rolls from the Franz Outlet)
2 1/2 sticks of butter or margarine (I told you it used a LOT)
About 2 lb. boneless skinless chicken breasts (I use frozen because they're EASY)
Swiss cheese slices (or imitation swiss slices, doesn't really matter)
About 2 Tbsp. Minced Garlic (more or less to your liking)
Veggies as desired (I just used lettuce and tomato because nobody in my house will eat veggies, so you're on your own here. I think maybe sautéed onions and/or mushrooms, or peppers would be great.)
Directions:
Bake chicken breasts as directed. You really won't need seasoning or anything else on them, trust me. Be careful not to overcook them - you don't want them really dried out. When they are done, slice crosswise into 1/4 to 1/2 inch slices.
Split french rolls in half (like you would use for a sandwich) if they are not already split. Soften 1 1/2 sticks butter or margarine in the microwave until it is very soft, but NOT completely melted. You want it to still be whitish yellow, not clear. Mix in about 1 1/4 Tbsp. minced garlic. Slather this on the halved french rolls. And I mean SLATHER. You want to use ALL of your butter mixture. No kidding. Wrap the buttered rolls in aluminum foil and pop them in a 350 degree oven for about 10 mins. or just long enough to melt all that buttery goodness and have it soak into the bread.
While the rolls are in the oven, melt the remaining stick of butter and the remaining minced garlic in a large frying pan or sauce pan. (If you're going to sauté mushrooms or onions or whatnot, this is where you would toss them in.) Toss in the sliced chicken and coat evenly with the butter and garlic mixture.
When rolls are done, place bottom halves ONLY on a cookie sheet (reserve top halves). Divide chicken and any mushrooms/veggies (Except lettuce. You want that cold, no? You could also leave the tomatoes off at this point, completely up to you.), and pile on the bottom halves of the rolls. Top with TWO slices of swiss cheese. That is how many it takes to completely cover a 3x5 roll.
Stick about 6" from a 500 degree broiler until the cheese is melty. Yes, melty is a word. Top with lettuce (and tomato if you haven't yet) and the top half of the bun. Enjoy the ooey gooey drippy deliciousness. :)
Side note: You could also (always) add bacon... Yep, that did it for you, didn't it? I did not have any bacon, so I will not hold it against you if your sandwiches are more delicious than mine. I'll get it next time, for sure.
Happy eating!!!
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Thursday, March 24, 2011
Yoplait Kids Prize Pack Giveaway on Grays Harbor Deals
Grays Harbor Deals is a great site to follow if you're trying to save money. Annaliese is pretty amazing with the coupon deals, and I'm still trying to follow how she gets so much stuff for so cheap!!
Right now, she's promoting a pretty spectacular giveaway for a Yoplait Kids Prize Pack with some cool stuff for the kiddos :) Follow her blog, Friend GH Deals on FB, enter the giveaway, and start saving with us!
http://graysharbordeals.com/2011/03/22/yoplait-kids-prize-pack-giveaway/comment-page-1/#comment-54588
Right now, she's promoting a pretty spectacular giveaway for a Yoplait Kids Prize Pack with some cool stuff for the kiddos :) Follow her blog, Friend GH Deals on FB, enter the giveaway, and start saving with us!
http://graysharbordeals.com/2011/03/22/yoplait-kids-prize-pack-giveaway/comment-page-1/#comment-54588
Spring Fever and NUH NUMS!!!
So yesterday was a big tease. Sunshine, 60 degrees, gorgeous. Now another week of rain before we see that big ol' ball of light in the sky again. I'm soooo ready for blue skies. Rowen has a full swing set in the garage that I would love to put up, but don't want to do it until the rain dies down at least a bit. Otherwise, I'll be hounded every single day, rain or shine drizzle, for her to go outside and play on it. Poor thing is getting stir crazy, I think. Cabin fever or whatnot. I just wish we lived somewhere that we could actually take her out more than a few days a year without worrying about the weather...
But even cooped up, she's awfully cute. Her favorite thing to say right now is "I'd really like to tell you something..." Adorable. Kieran's favorite thing right now is food. Let me tell you what...
Day before yesterday (sorry, I'm a little behind) that girl ate NON-STOP for about 5 hours. No kidding. She was munching for about an hour before I got home from work, ate for probably another hour after I got home, passed out in her high chair for about 45 minutes (Ok, I lied...small stop...) woke up, and promptly yelled "NUH NUMMMM!!!" and ate until about 1/2 hour before I went to bed. "Nuh Num" right now is her favorite word, as well, and she has all but stopped saying "Mama" and "Dada" in favor of "Nuh Num." It is seriously Nuh Num almost 24 hours a day. I figure she has GOT to be going through a growth spurt soon - otherwise she's got a tapeworm, and we're seriously in trouble... But I don't know what else to do with her!! And she's not getting a tummy ache or throwing up, so she's not overeating, so I guess it's OK? I don't remember Rowen ever getting like this, so it's uncharted territory for me.
And we can't get her to eat veggies. Period. Which would be some of the best things for her right now, because we can cut them into small chunks, and if they're cooked or canned, they're soft. But no. She wants "baby snacks", fruit, crackers, mac & cheese, etc. And most of the stuff, she can only have certain kinds of, because she is still at the stage that she doesn't want to chew her food. I'm really starting to get to the point that I'm out of ideas for things I can feed her right now!! If you have any ideas, I'm up to try anything. Let me know.
Speaking of food, I've found some great recipes lately - can't wait to try some of them out :) Like mini fried apple turnovers?!? Yummy :) Will let you know if they're as delicious as they sound. This laptop is quickly acquiring quite the list of favorite food sites, blogs, and recipes... Why does food have to be so yummy?!? LOL
Speaking of food, time to start dinner. I have a rumbly in my tumbly... :)
But even cooped up, she's awfully cute. Her favorite thing to say right now is "I'd really like to tell you something..." Adorable. Kieran's favorite thing right now is food. Let me tell you what...
Day before yesterday (sorry, I'm a little behind) that girl ate NON-STOP for about 5 hours. No kidding. She was munching for about an hour before I got home from work, ate for probably another hour after I got home, passed out in her high chair for about 45 minutes (Ok, I lied...small stop...) woke up, and promptly yelled "NUH NUMMMM!!!" and ate until about 1/2 hour before I went to bed. "Nuh Num" right now is her favorite word, as well, and she has all but stopped saying "Mama" and "Dada" in favor of "Nuh Num." It is seriously Nuh Num almost 24 hours a day. I figure she has GOT to be going through a growth spurt soon - otherwise she's got a tapeworm, and we're seriously in trouble... But I don't know what else to do with her!! And she's not getting a tummy ache or throwing up, so she's not overeating, so I guess it's OK? I don't remember Rowen ever getting like this, so it's uncharted territory for me.
And we can't get her to eat veggies. Period. Which would be some of the best things for her right now, because we can cut them into small chunks, and if they're cooked or canned, they're soft. But no. She wants "baby snacks", fruit, crackers, mac & cheese, etc. And most of the stuff, she can only have certain kinds of, because she is still at the stage that she doesn't want to chew her food. I'm really starting to get to the point that I'm out of ideas for things I can feed her right now!! If you have any ideas, I'm up to try anything. Let me know.
Speaking of food, I've found some great recipes lately - can't wait to try some of them out :) Like mini fried apple turnovers?!? Yummy :) Will let you know if they're as delicious as they sound. This laptop is quickly acquiring quite the list of favorite food sites, blogs, and recipes... Why does food have to be so yummy?!? LOL
Speaking of food, time to start dinner. I have a rumbly in my tumbly... :)
Sunday, March 20, 2011
Super Moons and Earthquake Predictions
Leave it to the Pacific Northwest to be completely clouded over and fogged in on the one night we might otherwise have been able to see one of the coolest celestial events of a generation. Between the rainclouds and the fog, we didn't even get a glimpse of the moon here until almost 11pm and then only for a few minutes before it was completely fogged over again. In fact, it was almost five minutes - I know this because I was able to take one 60 second exposure on my camera (which also takes 60 seconds to process) and find out that was way too long of an exposure, then had enough time to take one at 15 seconds (with 15 seconds processing) which still didn't turn out, then took two at 7 second exposure. The first one turned out, second didn't because of the fog. Never ceases to amaze me how little we get to see the sun OR the stars here. You would think after 33 years of this, I would be used to it, but I'm not. I hate it. I want sun. And stars.
Had a talk with a lady the other day about the lack of sunshine. Not only do I think that's why we have such a grave drug, alcohol, and depression problem here, but I also believe that's why people here are sick and angry so much of the time. We get absolutely no natural vitamin D for about 10 months a year. That's got to do something terrible to your body. They say to get vitamins naturally is much better for your health than to take artificial ones, but I think that in places like this they should mandate that everyone gets a supplement for vitamin D. I think the people here would be a heck of a lot healthier - and generally in a better mood. Can't make seratonin without vitamin D, and no seratonin = not happy.
They are telling us now, also, that there is an increased risk of a major earthquake somewhere on the west coast of the US in the next week or so. Evidently, all the stars have aligned, and they can now predict this thing they've been telling us for a million years that they can't predict. Something to do with the moon, and the tide, and the "ground tide" (I never heard about that in Science class...) and dead fish. Also evidently, the dead fish that washed up on Redondo Beach had nothing to do with the tsunami on the other side of the Pacific ocean, and how it wreaked havoc on the sealife between here and there, but they are instead harbingers of our imminent demise. It has to be true, right? I saw a geologist talking about it on the news!
I'm not taking the threat of a great earthquake and tsunami here lightly, don't get me wrong. I understand that it can, and probably will, happen. I just don't know if I believe that they can pinpoint it down to a week's timeframe. If that were true, don't you think they could have warned Haiti? Or New Zealand? Or Japan? Or were they just perfecting their prediction, and now that those three have happened, they've felt they finally have it right and should warn us?
I read something great today. It was a comment left on a video that I watched about the earthquake predictions. It said, "My Mother in law works with a lot of the Mayan Shamans in Belize, Mexico, and Guatemala. I asked her to ask them what they thought of it [the current situations with the earthquakes and general unrest of the earth], most had no idea people in the world were worried since they live completely isolated. They replied two things, First, what does it mean the end of the world? He said.."It simply means a new phase of this world, the sky changes and power shifts,we welcome a new age." Second, what does it mean when the Mayan calendar ends. He said, "Get a new one.""
Trevor asked me yesterday if I had thought about explaining what we should do in case of an earthquake to Rowen. To tell you the truth, I hadn't given it even one thought. And I'm not even sure how I would go about that. She just turned three, and although she can remember that I said I would get her a sucker for six months if I forget to do it, she can't remember what I asked her to get from the bedroom after she gets halfway down the hall. So I have mixed emotions about that. I could sit her down and explain it to her, probably scare her into never wanting to be alone in a room again, and trying to figure out what to actually tell her to do, being three. Or I could wait and show her what to do when it actually happens so that I can keep her calm and not expect her to remember what she's supposed to do when the whole house is shaking and in chaos...
Maybe I should just get a big dining room table. I think it would be a lot easier to tell her that if something starts happening in the house, she should dive right under the table rather than trying to get her to stand still in a doorway. Diving under a table would probably sound like more fun... Knowing Rowen, the house will finally stop shaking and she'll just say "Can we do that again?!?"
Had a talk with a lady the other day about the lack of sunshine. Not only do I think that's why we have such a grave drug, alcohol, and depression problem here, but I also believe that's why people here are sick and angry so much of the time. We get absolutely no natural vitamin D for about 10 months a year. That's got to do something terrible to your body. They say to get vitamins naturally is much better for your health than to take artificial ones, but I think that in places like this they should mandate that everyone gets a supplement for vitamin D. I think the people here would be a heck of a lot healthier - and generally in a better mood. Can't make seratonin without vitamin D, and no seratonin = not happy.
They are telling us now, also, that there is an increased risk of a major earthquake somewhere on the west coast of the US in the next week or so. Evidently, all the stars have aligned, and they can now predict this thing they've been telling us for a million years that they can't predict. Something to do with the moon, and the tide, and the "ground tide" (I never heard about that in Science class...) and dead fish. Also evidently, the dead fish that washed up on Redondo Beach had nothing to do with the tsunami on the other side of the Pacific ocean, and how it wreaked havoc on the sealife between here and there, but they are instead harbingers of our imminent demise. It has to be true, right? I saw a geologist talking about it on the news!
I'm not taking the threat of a great earthquake and tsunami here lightly, don't get me wrong. I understand that it can, and probably will, happen. I just don't know if I believe that they can pinpoint it down to a week's timeframe. If that were true, don't you think they could have warned Haiti? Or New Zealand? Or Japan? Or were they just perfecting their prediction, and now that those three have happened, they've felt they finally have it right and should warn us?
I read something great today. It was a comment left on a video that I watched about the earthquake predictions. It said, "My Mother in law works with a lot of the Mayan Shamans in Belize, Mexico, and Guatemala. I asked her to ask them what they thought of it [the current situations with the earthquakes and general unrest of the earth], most had no idea people in the world were worried since they live completely isolated. They replied two things, First, what does it mean the end of the world? He said.."It simply means a new phase of this world, the sky changes and power shifts,we welcome a new age." Second, what does it mean when the Mayan calendar ends. He said, "Get a new one.""
Trevor asked me yesterday if I had thought about explaining what we should do in case of an earthquake to Rowen. To tell you the truth, I hadn't given it even one thought. And I'm not even sure how I would go about that. She just turned three, and although she can remember that I said I would get her a sucker for six months if I forget to do it, she can't remember what I asked her to get from the bedroom after she gets halfway down the hall. So I have mixed emotions about that. I could sit her down and explain it to her, probably scare her into never wanting to be alone in a room again, and trying to figure out what to actually tell her to do, being three. Or I could wait and show her what to do when it actually happens so that I can keep her calm and not expect her to remember what she's supposed to do when the whole house is shaking and in chaos...
Maybe I should just get a big dining room table. I think it would be a lot easier to tell her that if something starts happening in the house, she should dive right under the table rather than trying to get her to stand still in a doorway. Diving under a table would probably sound like more fun... Knowing Rowen, the house will finally stop shaking and she'll just say "Can we do that again?!?"
Thursday, March 17, 2011
What I Learned on St. Patrick's Day
First of all, Happy St. Patty's day to you all! :) St. Patrick's Day is a pretty special holiday in our house. I'm about half Irish (and about 1/3 Scottish... You figure that one out!), Trevor is about 3/4 Irish, and we have the girls, so whatever percentage that makes them... Well, there's a whole lot o'the Green going on around here.
But I'm not much of one for cabbage. I'll eat it, raw, when I have to, but I really don't like it cooked. So when I was looking for recipes yesterday to make a special St. Patty's dinner, I had to do some improvising.
I finally found one that sounded amazing. Guinness (basically braised) Corned Beef Brisket in the crock pot. I've had Guinness Stew and Guinness Steaks and numerous other Guinness-y beef concoctions, but never Corned Beef. Perfect, I thought. Throw that in the crock pot with some potatoes, and I'm golden. I've never cooked corned beef before, but it's a crock pot recipe and there's really no screwing those up, right?!? :)
I went on a manhunt for corned beef. Top Foods and Safeway were both out, and I didn't even try Swanson's. I figured if the other two were out, those still looking would have hit there next and they would probably be out, too. So I headed up here to Thriftway and they had tons of packages of corned beef brisket. So many that they probably could have shipped some down to Aberdeen and still have had enough to sell. So I agonized over which cut to bring home. Took probably about 15 minutes of looking through them before I found one that I was really happy with. After all, this was going to be a perfect dinner!
I got home and got the marinade ready. Guinness, beef broth, garlic, peppercorns, herbs and spices. It smelled great. Threw the corned beef in (with the juices, because that was recommended on the package) and plopped it in the fridge overnight. Long marinade = more deliciousness soaking in.
This morning, I got up early, washed and cut the potatoes, and threw them and the corned beef concoction into the crock pot with specific instructions to Trevor and Jeff to check it every hour to make sure it wasn't going to overflow with all that liquid in there. I even called a couple times from work to make sure they were checking on it. I wasn't going to let this one get ruined, nor was I going to come home to a giant puddle of Guinness beef broth all over the kitchen floor.
I thought about it all day. Mmmmm Guinness Beef and Potatoes. And to top it all off, the medication I've been taking for the Strep Throat I'm trying to get over is for some reason making me INSATIABLY hungry. Like hungrier than I've ever been before in my life - and I've been pregnant twice. Needless to say, by the time I got off work, I was really ready for some St. Patty's day deliciousness.
On the way home, it dawned on me. I had never actually had corned beef before. Like real, slab-like, chunk of beef corned beef. I had had corned beef from the can (like the Spam style stuff) with hash, and corned beef lunch meat, but never like this. Those weren't terrible, I thought, so this should be just fine. After all, I made it myself, and it was beef and Guinness!
I walked in the house and it smelled AMAZING!!! Like dinner was sent down by an Irish angel, ready for me to devour at my will. But I staved it off. After all, it was only about 4:15 - not quite dinner time yet, and I figured the longer I left it in the crock pot, the more tender it would be when I took it out.
Finally, about 6:00, Trevor could wait no longer. I took out my amazing creation and put it on a plate to let it rest. Trevor would have none of it and immediately cut off a little chunk of the brisket. I immediately heard his heart start humming an Irish Jig when he tasted it, and a smile crossed his face. I had done it. Pleased the Irish man on St. Patrick's day. I was an amazing Irish woman.
And then he offered me a bite. As I opened my mouth and moved toward my masterpiece, I was a mix of anxiety and anticipation. And then I closed my mouth around it and bit down.
As I chewed it, right about here is where I had a grave realization. I didn't like the corned beef. The texture, the spices (minus the marinade - which was delectable as the potatoes proved), just generally everything about the corned beef, I didn't like. I should have my Irish card revoked, I thought. I spent all that time last night and this morning preparing this slab of beef, and all day today cooking it and thinking about it....and I HATED it! What the hell?!? The only piece of beef I've ever not liked in my entire carnivorous life, and it just so happens to be the one I was the most proud of. :S
But it won't go to waste. Since Trevor was the only one in the whole house that liked it (even Rowen said it was "asgusting"), he took half of the brisket to John with a few of the potatoes so that John could celebrate with him.
So what did the rest of us have for St. Patty's Day dinner? Dinosaur Chicken Nuggets. And Steak Fries and Tater Tots. And I had Guinness Braised Potatoes LOL. A good ol' American style Irish holiday. :)
Next year, we'll try Bangers & Mash. I think we might do better with that one.
Anyway, Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!
But I'm not much of one for cabbage. I'll eat it, raw, when I have to, but I really don't like it cooked. So when I was looking for recipes yesterday to make a special St. Patty's dinner, I had to do some improvising.
I finally found one that sounded amazing. Guinness (basically braised) Corned Beef Brisket in the crock pot. I've had Guinness Stew and Guinness Steaks and numerous other Guinness-y beef concoctions, but never Corned Beef. Perfect, I thought. Throw that in the crock pot with some potatoes, and I'm golden. I've never cooked corned beef before, but it's a crock pot recipe and there's really no screwing those up, right?!? :)
I went on a manhunt for corned beef. Top Foods and Safeway were both out, and I didn't even try Swanson's. I figured if the other two were out, those still looking would have hit there next and they would probably be out, too. So I headed up here to Thriftway and they had tons of packages of corned beef brisket. So many that they probably could have shipped some down to Aberdeen and still have had enough to sell. So I agonized over which cut to bring home. Took probably about 15 minutes of looking through them before I found one that I was really happy with. After all, this was going to be a perfect dinner!
I got home and got the marinade ready. Guinness, beef broth, garlic, peppercorns, herbs and spices. It smelled great. Threw the corned beef in (with the juices, because that was recommended on the package) and plopped it in the fridge overnight. Long marinade = more deliciousness soaking in.
This morning, I got up early, washed and cut the potatoes, and threw them and the corned beef concoction into the crock pot with specific instructions to Trevor and Jeff to check it every hour to make sure it wasn't going to overflow with all that liquid in there. I even called a couple times from work to make sure they were checking on it. I wasn't going to let this one get ruined, nor was I going to come home to a giant puddle of Guinness beef broth all over the kitchen floor.
I thought about it all day. Mmmmm Guinness Beef and Potatoes. And to top it all off, the medication I've been taking for the Strep Throat I'm trying to get over is for some reason making me INSATIABLY hungry. Like hungrier than I've ever been before in my life - and I've been pregnant twice. Needless to say, by the time I got off work, I was really ready for some St. Patty's day deliciousness.
On the way home, it dawned on me. I had never actually had corned beef before. Like real, slab-like, chunk of beef corned beef. I had had corned beef from the can (like the Spam style stuff) with hash, and corned beef lunch meat, but never like this. Those weren't terrible, I thought, so this should be just fine. After all, I made it myself, and it was beef and Guinness!
I walked in the house and it smelled AMAZING!!! Like dinner was sent down by an Irish angel, ready for me to devour at my will. But I staved it off. After all, it was only about 4:15 - not quite dinner time yet, and I figured the longer I left it in the crock pot, the more tender it would be when I took it out.
Finally, about 6:00, Trevor could wait no longer. I took out my amazing creation and put it on a plate to let it rest. Trevor would have none of it and immediately cut off a little chunk of the brisket. I immediately heard his heart start humming an Irish Jig when he tasted it, and a smile crossed his face. I had done it. Pleased the Irish man on St. Patrick's day. I was an amazing Irish woman.
And then he offered me a bite. As I opened my mouth and moved toward my masterpiece, I was a mix of anxiety and anticipation. And then I closed my mouth around it and bit down.
As I chewed it, right about here is where I had a grave realization. I didn't like the corned beef. The texture, the spices (minus the marinade - which was delectable as the potatoes proved), just generally everything about the corned beef, I didn't like. I should have my Irish card revoked, I thought. I spent all that time last night and this morning preparing this slab of beef, and all day today cooking it and thinking about it....and I HATED it! What the hell?!? The only piece of beef I've ever not liked in my entire carnivorous life, and it just so happens to be the one I was the most proud of. :S
But it won't go to waste. Since Trevor was the only one in the whole house that liked it (even Rowen said it was "asgusting"), he took half of the brisket to John with a few of the potatoes so that John could celebrate with him.
So what did the rest of us have for St. Patty's Day dinner? Dinosaur Chicken Nuggets. And Steak Fries and Tater Tots. And I had Guinness Braised Potatoes LOL. A good ol' American style Irish holiday. :)
Next year, we'll try Bangers & Mash. I think we might do better with that one.
Anyway, Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Apology....
I would like to say that I am terribly sorry to all of the already dead and cooked slabs of meat that I have ever speared with my meat thermometer. I now, unfortunately, know exactly how this feels.
I am absolutely anal when it comes to checking the internal temperature of things like chicken or pork before I take them out of the oven. So tonight, when I thought the chicken should be done, I reached into the cupboard and grabbed my handy dandy meat thermometer.
Only tonight, the powers that be were obviously against me. The bulb-y (is that a word?) end of the thermometer slipped out of my fingers just after the edge of the cabinet and started falling. ~This is also the heavy end as I quickly found out.~
Figuring I would just snatch it out of thin air (Because I, of course, am Superwoman!), I reached down to grab it. At this point, the bulb-y end hit the lid of the deep fryer. As if in slow motion, the thermometer stalled, on it's top, on the lid. And my hand did not stop moving. The pointed, meat-stabbing end of the thermometer stabbed itself right into the fleshy part of the palm of my hand about a quarter of an inch.
Intense pain. Not instantly - I had plenty of time to get out "Oh, F**K!!!" and pull my hand away only to see the thermometer dangling off my palm like the tail on a Felix the Cat clock. It then slid out of my palm and fell to the floor, and at that point, the pain started with a vengeance.
Luckily, I missed the vein that runs down into my wrist by about an eighth of an inch so it didn't bleed much. And now it's just down to a dull, constant, throb. I guess the moral of the story is either stop stabbing the cooked animals, or maybe just put the meat thermometer in the drawer where it's not prone to such personal attacks on me...
I am absolutely anal when it comes to checking the internal temperature of things like chicken or pork before I take them out of the oven. So tonight, when I thought the chicken should be done, I reached into the cupboard and grabbed my handy dandy meat thermometer.
Only tonight, the powers that be were obviously against me. The bulb-y (is that a word?) end of the thermometer slipped out of my fingers just after the edge of the cabinet and started falling. ~This is also the heavy end as I quickly found out.~
Figuring I would just snatch it out of thin air (Because I, of course, am Superwoman!), I reached down to grab it. At this point, the bulb-y end hit the lid of the deep fryer. As if in slow motion, the thermometer stalled, on it's top, on the lid. And my hand did not stop moving. The pointed, meat-stabbing end of the thermometer stabbed itself right into the fleshy part of the palm of my hand about a quarter of an inch.
Intense pain. Not instantly - I had plenty of time to get out "Oh, F**K!!!" and pull my hand away only to see the thermometer dangling off my palm like the tail on a Felix the Cat clock. It then slid out of my palm and fell to the floor, and at that point, the pain started with a vengeance.
Luckily, I missed the vein that runs down into my wrist by about an eighth of an inch so it didn't bleed much. And now it's just down to a dull, constant, throb. I guess the moral of the story is either stop stabbing the cooked animals, or maybe just put the meat thermometer in the drawer where it's not prone to such personal attacks on me...
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Little Chinese Kids
Trevor's friend John stopped by today. We love John like a brother, but he is not the greatest influence for my kids sometimes... LOL
Rowen asked him to put cartoons on for her. I told him the channel, and he turned it over. Then he asked me what Kai-Lan was.
Here is where I made a vital mistake. I told him it was a cartoon about a little Chinese girl. Rowen started getting fussy because there was a different show that was finishing up, so John proceeded to tell her to hold on for 14 minutes and the Little Chinese Kids would be on.
I thought nothing of it, really, until about five minutes later when she said "I wanna watch Little Chinese Kids!"
Uh-oh...
I could not stop laughing. It's terrible, really, but hilarious at the same time. She has asked me about twelve times since then (all today) if she can watch Little Chinese Kids. I still laugh when she says it, and I know she's still saying it just to make me laugh. She's such a ham.
Rowen asked him to put cartoons on for her. I told him the channel, and he turned it over. Then he asked me what Kai-Lan was.
Here is where I made a vital mistake. I told him it was a cartoon about a little Chinese girl. Rowen started getting fussy because there was a different show that was finishing up, so John proceeded to tell her to hold on for 14 minutes and the Little Chinese Kids would be on.
I thought nothing of it, really, until about five minutes later when she said "I wanna watch Little Chinese Kids!"
Uh-oh...
I could not stop laughing. It's terrible, really, but hilarious at the same time. She has asked me about twelve times since then (all today) if she can watch Little Chinese Kids. I still laugh when she says it, and I know she's still saying it just to make me laugh. She's such a ham.
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