It's been a rough week.
Got a great deal on Meyer lemons so I wanted to juice them up and freeze into cubes so guess what?
Juicer dies midway through the process.
Well shucks.
And I'm in the middle of making a nice big dosa for dinner on that huge electric griddle when-
Suddenly the heating element in the middle doesn't work anymore.
Well, when it rains, doesn't it pour?
So Bill goes to help me do prep and starts some rice in the little steamer, and later I'm looking at it in an odd way because it should be done but there is still water in with the rice, and yep, you guessed it. That rice is hard as a brick.
Well, why doesn't everything break at once around here????
But you know me, I'm a foodie, I have another steamer and the rice does get made. And Bill picks up the bad steamer to empty out the reservoir before he pitches it and all of a sudden I hear:
"The steamer is not broke after all."
HUH?
Bill says "I forgot to put water in it".
Bill's so funny. I thought I was the only person who did that kind of thing, like forgetting to add water to the coffee maker. But that's why I love him. Two imperfect people just made to complement each other.
But I am still out a juicer and griddle. Shopping over the weekend, I can see right now that I am going to have to get the griddle online. Everything available locally is so inadequately small.
If only the ideas in my kitchen were not so grandiose.
But then, I might starve.
But I know all my friends here would understand that, when the bulk of the "eat only frozen, processed, precooked or carry-out foods" world would not.
For them a griddle is something you get at a burger joint, with a "Mc" in front of it.