14 January 2008

Survival

I'm having a very amusing time of living on my own. The amusement derives largely from my own overwhelming incompetence when it comes to anything that might remotely be considered "domestic." A perfect example of this is right before I sat down to write this entry I decided to get a glass of water. I use a water filter for any kind of water that goes into my body. Although I trust the water treatment people in Wilmette, I grew a little suspect when I read their Annual Water Report:

At times, the quality of the raw lake water that enters the water plant is affected by the opening of the locks operated by the Metropolitan Water Reclamation District of Greater Chicago (MWRDGC), or from runoff from the use of fertilizers and herbicides on area lawns and golf courses.

The MWRDGC owns and controls a set of locks located in Wilmette Harbor that are occasionally opened during heavy rainfall events to release sewer overflow into the lake. These contaminants, however, do not affect the quality or the safety of the finished water that is delivered to consumers.

Anyway, I digress. When I was lifting up the water pitcher to pour the water, I realized too late that I had leaned an open box of linguini against it. In the process of trying to save the box of linguini, it spilled all over the floor along with the water. And I had just cleaned the floor this morning. The moral of the story is that I can't even pour a glass of water without some small disaster occurring.

Although its followed my pathetic attempt at cooking bacon and eggs (the bacon looked like two thin strips of licorice), I do have a minor success to report. I made a meatloaf! All right, all right. I admit it's no triumph of culinary greatness but it's the most edible thing I've made to date. Also the oven did not send out billows of black smoke this time, which was really more exciting than the success of the meatloaf. The only complaint I have about the meatloaf is that it called for some brown sugar for some reason. I initially thought it would be nice, but in the end it just made it too sweet. And I also put in too much pepper. I'll figure out this spicing thing in the next decade, I'm sure.

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Congrats on the meatloaf! lol, when i have a major spilled event and clean it up, I call that spot cleaning. That's how anything gets cleaned in my house. By necessity only, usually due to accidents. If nothing stinks badly, I consider myself on top of the housekeeping game!

keep with it!
~nikki <3