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Yesterday's Kitchen Wednesday, Apr. 23, 2008 - 12:00 a.m. There isn't a word in English for what happened in my kitchen yesterday. On Monday night, I used the toaster oven as an oven, with the setting on 'broil' to make some hamburger patties. They turned out just fine. On Tuesday afternoon, I suddenly wanted some cinnamon toast and instant cream of wheat. So I buttered my bread and stuck it horizontally into the toaster oven and switched the toaster function on. Then I put water in the pyrex cup and microwaved it for my hot cereal. All in all, this should have been innocent and simple. And somehow, none of it was. --- The fun started when I caught a whiff of what the broiler element was doing to my toast. I stopped the toaster, pried the bread free, and scraped it in an attempt to make it edible, but the stench is still here early Wednesday morning. Meanwhile, the water hadn't boiled yet, so I peeked in to the nuker to see what's up with that, and of course the water *had* boiled, it just didn't bubble until I stuck my face next to it. I'm fine. Not enough of it spattered me anywhere important. However, I didn't realized how much had splashed out of the cup until I added it to my instant cream of wheat and made it into a bowl shaped brick. The underestimation of the moisture lumped it up really badly. But I forged ahead. I added butter, and got the hand mixer out and tried to fix it. The mixer enjoyed the cereal mixture immensely and tossed it across two of the three kitchen walls. After I came to my senses and shut the mixer the hell off, I looked at the hot cereal that was left in the bowl. it seemed to be moving a little more, so I added a little more butter and stuck it into the microwave. I stirred it and tasted it when it re-emerged, but somehow the lumps had been made worse. If there is such a thing as a stew comprised of frog eyeballs and really big boogers? I think my cereal may have achieved the exact same mouth-feel. Anyway. Chalk that one up as a Fail. I did decide to clean it up before John got home. I had a hard time making a decision, though, as to which would have made a better photo opportunity; the kitchen as it looked, or John's face when he saw the disaster. --- Hey, you know what's basically become impossible to find anywhere except on vinyl? Double Dutch Bus! I'm talking about the original version from 1980 -81, not the remake(s). I'm earworming terribly. Errgh. I ordered a complilation of old school classics about an hour ago, so nobody run out and snag it for me until I hear the CD and see if I have the right item. --- That's it from here. Have a good Wednesday. I appreciate the sweet thoughts and sentiments directed at me yesterday regarding my dad. If you can, send some nice thoughts to my friend Thea, whose father has just passed, and to Dragprincess, who just lost a grandma. Take care, and see you tomorrow. PS New South Park Tonight! ---
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