Another Day, Another Stick

It was my fault.  I heard him push the chair over to the kitchen sink. A couple of minutes later I heard the sink turn on.  I was upstairs playing trains with the twins and was frankly too lazy to go downstairs.  I've been nursing a cold and was really exhausted.  So he was washing my dishes?  Might be good, right?  Today it was three-quarters of a stick (approx.)  I've lost count how many times he's done this, but let's just say a little over two pounds of butter worth.  He was actually making a good attempt at cleaning up today.  See the evidence on the soap dispenser? :)    He didn't even need a change of clothes!

So, I frowned at him and started making dinner.  Halfway through dinner I realized the cheddar-parsley biscuits (made with a household overstock of cream and parsley) weren't cooking right.  They were browning too fast on the bottom and were in danger of all-out burning.  I started to chew out the random recipe I printed out.  Why didn't they get this right before posting it for everyone!  Then, I realized it probably wasn't their fault. I can't follow a recipe to save my life and this was no exception. I doubled the recipe (not a good idea with baking.) I substituted cream for milk.  Then added a lot more cream.  Then added almost 3 times as much cheese.  Then I put in parsley instead of sage.  Then I got lazy and added even more liquid to turn them from roll-out biscuits to drop biscuits.  Dang.  I guess I'm lucky they didn't explode.

I fed the kids the slightly-crispy (but not burnt-really!) biscuits which Patrick would not eat the bottoms of (grrr...) with leftover ham (also an overstock item today).  I poured myself a large glass of water and reached for the ice.  Yes! There was one piece left!  But it was so large it took up the whole glass.  I stuck it in, but now I couldn't take a sip for at least 10 minutes.  But of course I'm so stubborn by this point I wait, getting more parched by the minute.  And say bad things about the freezer.  Except then I remember who left the ice out on the porch during that nifty thawing day...  Can't I blame someone else for anything today!?

Thankfully, Biscuit, our household scapecat, walked by and meowed at that instant.  I chewed her out for eating too much and not excercising, and whining for her dinner.  I did this while feeding her, of course.  No use making her mad, I'd hear about it all evening!