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9.19.10

19 Oct

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this is the pie crust in making.

imagethis is the HUGE ass mess in my kitchen… that I already cleaned 3 times that day.

imagethis is my pie, finally finished.  It looked so pretty…

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this is me, proudly holding my pie.

Annnnnd…. all that work, for nothing.  I made my own freakin crust.  it took SOOOO much time, I can’t even tell you how much time (I knew I should have written it down…)  Everything by hand.  And I was so proud… the kitchen smelled so good… And it was soupy.  The pie was soupy.

The whole thing was a nightmare from the beginning.  So, the recipe called to mix some of the ingredients in a food processor.  So, I don’t really have one of those, but I do have a magic bullet.  NOT as helpful, I must say…  Saturday morning, Brian’s sitting on the couch, and I’m in the kitchen having a hissy fit over the bullet.

me: “BRAIN! you BROKE the magic bullet! and now it won’t work! now I can’t make my pie and it’s all your fault!”

brian: “What?? what do you mean it’s broken? and who says I broke it?”

me: “It just is! It’s not working! And it sounds like its dying!  You used it last to make your stupid milkshakes! Now what am I going to do??”

brian: “But didn’t you use it last to grind coffee?”

me: ” …… (silence) ….. but it’s BROKEN! you broke it!”

Seriously, nightmare.  And Brian tried to repair the bullet.  For some reason everything to Brian is so simple, not that big of a deal.  And it’s just not like that for me.  I had all these thoughts running through my head: I just spent a whole bunch of money buying this stuff to make the pie, there’s no way I can cut the frozen butter in with two butter knifes, I will be there for years- there’s just no freakin way, and if I don’t make this pie, well then, I’ll have to make something else, and I’m SO over baking.

Yes, I said it, I’m over it.  I love the idea of baking. But I can’t bake.  I can cook.  Loooooove cooking.  And why can’t I manage to open a stick of butter without getting butter all over my hands? And why does the flour have to fly EVERYWHERE and cover my WHOLE kitchen? It’s such a mess!  Five minutes into making the pie and I thought I was going to have a breakdown.  And I thought to myself: Who the hell would enjoy this?? Not I.  So of course I’m the girl who convinces all her friends to have a bake off, and I can’t even bake.

AND apparently, when making an apple turtle pie, the turtle part involves strictly pecans, not to be replaced with walnuts.  ( But they were soooo much cheaper….)

I threw away the pie, and went to the next recipe.  And after talking to my mom yesterday afternoon, she said the solution was simple- it needed to be baked longer! well, jeez, why didn’t I think of that? She said when you try it next time, cook it for longer.  Well mom, I don’t know if I have enough sanity to try that again (also enough time, my weekend is going to be jammed packed, and the bake off is Sunday.)
So last night, I stopped by the store, and picked up stuff to make apple cookies with maple frosting.

And by 7:45 pm I had to convince myself that I could do this.  No big deal.  Just makin some cookies. By 8:00 the flour was all over the kitchen again.

But, I must say, they turned out! I used a red apple (I don’t remember the name, but they looked really good and were the most expensive apple at win co) and also bought some granny smith apples to see if those tasted better.  I didn’t take any pictures, because like I said, I’m over it. But I’m contemplating trying to find a peanut butter frosting to use instead for the next batch. Mmmmmmm.

And today, I’m super excited to go to the dentist.  Actually, it’s more like I’m super excited to be getting off work at 2.  I’m trying out a new dentist- apparently they let you make payments, which is good.  My family goes there and my sister says they are pretty high tech, and have tv’s or something.  Anything to help distract the fact that I’m at the dentist is a good thing.  Apparently first appointments take about 1 hr 10 min.  That’s not too bad, right? I’m not going to lie, the dentist gives me slight anxiety.

And Brian just called me saying… “I locked my keys in the house. ”

“Alright, so what’s your plan of action?”

Brian: “No plan of action Tazia, because they are locked in the house and I can’t get them. ” (he sounded really frustrated…)

me: “So why don’t you call a cab, and I’ll pick you up from work tonight.”

Brian: “fine.”

And even this didn’t seem appealing to him.  He seems really upset this morning- in such a bad mood, and I feel bad. Part of this might be because I stole the toothpaste this morning so I could brush my teeth right before I have to go, and he seriously seemed really bothered by this.  Well sor-ry! I needed it!

well, I did.

So maybe I can think of something to cheer him up? Sometimes his bad mood lasts the whole day.  Me?  just give me five minutes and I’ll be happy again, and ten minutes after that I’ll be pissed.  And so on.  And what makes me feel the worst is that I can’t seem to cheer him up like staudi can.  I guess I’m just not that funny.

Well, I think that’s enough ranting and raving for today.  thank you for listening ❤

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5 Comments

Posted by on October 19, 2010 in Uncategorized

 

5 responses to “9.19.10

  1. ASHLEIGH

    October 19, 2010 at 4:26 pm

    THE PIE LOOKS PRETTY! AHH YOUR NOT GIVING ME HOPE.. LOL I GOTTA FIND SOMETHING. I FOUND TURTLE BROWNIES BUT WAS TOLD I CANT MAKE THEM BECAUSE THEY ARE TOO CLOSE TO STERLINGS SECRET BROWNIES.. ARGH.

     
  2. thypolarlife

    October 19, 2010 at 5:03 pm

    So sorry the pie didn’t turn out. The cookies sound fantastic though and I think that a peanut butter frosting would be awesome.I have had horrible dental anxiety also and recently figured out that it was just a matter of finding the right dentist to work with. My anxiety is almost completely gone! Good luck.

     
  3. BRANDEE

    October 19, 2010 at 10:23 pm

    AND I’D LIKE TO ADD TO THE END OF THAT COMMENT.. ABOUT BDOW AND HOW FUNNY IT WAS THAT YOU TEXT ME INSTEAD OF HIM THIS MORNING TO TELL HIM SORRY HE’S HAVING A POOPY DAY!!

     
  4. Marcos Gonzales

    October 20, 2010 at 6:22 pm

    It must be really frustrating to want something so badly and not beeing able to pull it off. Sure it would irritate me so much I would errupt in anger to anyone saying just the slightest thing wrong. I do hope you and Brian worked all things out in the evening when both getting home, because no-one benefits from being bothered!

     
  5. suburbanfeminist

    October 30, 2010 at 5:59 pm

    I am intrigued that you have a magic bullet…

    Honestly, how is that device?

     

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