I have a habit of stocking my fridge so that I'm never in want or need for food, yeah? It's to make sure that I don't starve if I end up stranded one way or another. Mom taught me well. So Friday, I went to Jaya Grocer to re-stock on stuff, and ended up buying ingredients to cook broccoli and chicken soup, and also bread, etc for stuff. I also re-stocked on eggs, since we were running out.
Then i got home and made soup to store for the weekend. In retrospect, it was pretty good soup, and I'd added cream to make it even... creamier. The recipe came from one of the 'fast soup' cookbooks I got, which I'm certain some people would call rubbish, but it's not that bad, really.
I made burgers for Saturday, though, with French herb ham and German smoked ham. Added in some mesclun, Japanese cucumbers, and tomato slices, and mm-mmm, were they delicious. Of course, my beautiful lunch wasn't exactly a testament to how awesome the rest of my day was going to be, because...
...well, it wasn't, really.
My right wrist had been clicking, yeah, from my excessive... er, leek chopping the day before, for the soup. I don't know why, heaven knows, but I had this notion that it would be fine for me to continue chopping things up quickly, as I've been doing lately (about ten chops per 2 seconds or so?), but apparently it screws with your wrist. It screwed with mine.
Of course, my wrist is fine by now (it's Tuesday, so it had BETTER be fine by now, sheesh!), but on Saturday, it was seriously giving me some trouble.
And then the big egg assault of 2010 happened. See, I'd been defrosting the fridge before, and I think the egg compartment had been held together by ice or something. So when the ice began to melt, all hell broke loose.
...or, rather, all my eggs broke.
I opened the fridge to check on the defrosting, and BAM. ALL the eggs fall, and I can only stand there in shock as yolks and whites begin to spread all over my floor. Guess who spent two hours cleaning the kitchen up, with her clicking wrist.
And me, being me, couldn't just -wipe- the floor with a cloth. I whipped out the mop. Washed the floor-mat that was in front of the fridge. Mopped the floor. And attempted to make a chocolate sponge cake with the cracked, but un-spilled eggs, which resulted in...
...well. Those of you who know sponge cakes, shh. Those of you who don't, you generally have to whip the egg whites into a medium peak before folding it into the batter, and... my wrist sucked. So I whipped the egg-whites into a sub-par medium peak and my cake collapsed in the fridge, like a bad souffle. But it tastes good, and I am now pretending it's pudding.
The wrist is fine now, though, and I am in the process of eating the remaining 'pudding' with whipped cream. :) I'm never defrosting my fridge while the egg-rack is full again. I've learnt my lesson.
...bloody eggs. *mutters*
1 comments:
Maybe someone could get you a food processor or something for your birthday :D
The food looks good by the way *slurps*
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