Last night, I made pumpkin bread. Ten minutes after I started preheating the oven, I saw smoke coming out of the stove vents and through the sides of the oven door and realized that I never cleaned up the oven from the pie. So, dear oven, here is an apology.
Sorry I never cleaned you. In fact, sorry I've never cleaned you in the three years that I've lived here (in my defense, I didn't use you a lot before). Thanks for surviving that little mental slip of mine.
Also, thank you for turning this unidentifiable gooey mess:
Into this beautiful, deliciously edible loaf of pumpkin bread, even after you threw a smokey tantrum.
I'm also going to have to give a shout out to my candles for making my apartment smell decent after it was filled with smoke.
|Thanks candle (one of four that I used).|
So there was that.
Nick made this lovely chicken/quinoa dish last night, which he ended up not really liking (boooo) and which I ended up really liking...after picking my way around the chicken. Am I slowly becoming a vegetarian?!
Probably not. I think it was just because the chicken had been frozen for awhile, so I found it a little unsatisfactory. I'm not becoming a vegetarian, but apparently I'm developing more expensive taste buds. Cool...
Bailey as usual took up her regular post behind our chairs and watched us during dinner.
|Aaanytime you want to feed me guys. I'm right here.|
This morning, she was unusually calm after I gave her wet food breakfast. Usually after she eats, she scampers around the apartment while Nick and I get ready to leave for work. Today, she opted to sit on my bed while I changed and got ready.
|Are you sure you want to wear that?|
As judgmental as she was, I have to say it was a nice change from the running around she usually does. I could use this more often.
|Balderdash. I'm never judgmental.|