Anybody that knows me, knows this one basic thing about me: I am not domesticated. I am nothing that even vaguely resembles it. I can’t really cook, I don’t clean very well, I’m not terribly organized, I only separate laundry into “hot water” and “cold water” loads, and so on and so forth.
But there comes a time in every young persons life where they realize that if they don’t learn how at least the fundamentals of most of these things, life will be unpleasant. And yes, even I have come to this realization. You know, I kind of like being able to see the bedroom floor. And just the thought of eating another meal out makes my stomach unhappy. Since I no longer have my Grandma right down the street to feed me, I’ve decided that I’d like to not starve to death.
Last night Tom and I made a real dinner for the first time since moving in (… hot dogs do not count as food!) last night. He was in charge of the steak, and I made eggs and potatoes. Granted, they were frozen potatoes, but still! Baby steps folks. I learned how to make scrambled eggs from my momma, and while hers are still better (I blame it on the fact that I forgot to buy pepper) mine came out pretty decent.
This morning I decided that I wanted pigs in a blanket, so it was off to Haagen’s for some pancake mix and sausage links, and off to Target for this fantastic 13 piece Pyrex prepware set. I love Pyrex, I really do. Anyway, my pancakes came out pretty sad (note to self: use skillet for pancakes, not one of the pretty no-stick pans) but my sausage that I made on my George Foreman grill was awesome. Yum yum yum.
Tonight I plan on making mac and cheese and hamburger patties cause it’s quick and easy and relatively yummy, and I am sleepy. I did laundry today and I seem to be out of hot water. I need to run the dishwasher. Bleh.