It smells in here…

April 1, 2009

It smells like chocolate chip cookies!  I don’t remember the last time I baked something that didn’t require opening a box and adding eggs (or diet soda depending on my mood).  The last few days I’ve had a desire to make some chocolate chip cookies.  And not just go get the packages from the dairy department where I’d just have to break apart squares.  Nope, I want them from the beginning.  Surprisingly I already had most of what I needed.  So on today’s trip to do some grocery shopping, I picked up the last one item, the most important one.  The chips!  And now, at almost 10pm, my second batch just went in.  Yum!

But I really need to show everyone why I don’t really like to bake in my kitchen.  Or cook, and I’m not really a big fan of cooking anyway.  So here’s a picture of my ki. 

kitchen

See?  I wasn’t kidding!  This space is not big enough to be called a kitchen.  That’s all I have!  The wall in front of the fridge is where the bathroom is.  I had to have J add two shelves by the fridge to store stuff.  My dishwasher is completely incapable of cleaning my dishes.  I pre-rinse everything and make sure there are no food particles when I put them in the dishwasher and somehow they come out with particles of something.  So I gave up.  I no longer use my dishwasher to clean dishes.  Instead it’s my drying rack.  I wash dishes by hand and put them in the dishwasher to dry. 

See the calender?  That’s a dividing wall.  Although what I could put in that area is beyond me.  It’d actually make a great little dinning nook.  Except there’s no lights over there.  Unless you count the entry light.  There’s also no sockets.  So I can’t put a light in there.  Or a microwave stand.  Some days I really wonder about the people who designed this apartment.  Sadly at the time I moved in here I didn’t have a whole lot of choices.  It was this 720 sf apartment.  Or it was a smaller one.  And now, I’m too lazy to move.  Well, it’s not so much lazy.  It’s a financial thing.  Staying here right now is the cheaper choice.  So I continue to put up with my ki.  And my card table and tv trays make excellent extra “counter” space as needed.

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This was actually typed up last night.  But apparently I have problems knowing the difference between Save Draft and Publish and apparently I hit Save.  I’m sad to say my cookies suck.  They taste more like flour than yummy chocolately chip goodness.  I’m thinking it’s because the flour might be old.  That’s the only thing I can think of.  I followed the directions exactly, and I’ve made these a million times before.  So tonight I ran to the grocery store and picked up some more chips and some brand new flour.  I’ll probably do the cookies sometime this weekend since I work until midnight tonight and until 10 or 11 tomorrow.  Fingers crossed the new batch turns out better.

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Oh my Eyes!

June 15, 2008

I live in an apartment complex that’s probably a few steps up from ghetto.  But I’m left alone, for the most part it’s safe and I couldn’t beat the price or location.  So while I work on paying off some bills, I’m here for the time being.  The people (company?) that owns my complex also owns the one across the street and in fact there’s only one leasing office and maintenance staff for both complexes.  And when telling people where I live, I’d tell them it’s the blue apartments.

See? Pretty blue apartments.  The one on the third floor right side of the picture is where the fire was last year.  Someone apparently forgot how to fry chicken and there was a grease fire.  Yep, it’s still being worked on.  This is the building I see out of my patio door, so I saw the wall of flames on that balcony. 

So we have this nice light blue with slightly darker trim.  Then, someone decided to paint the buildings.  Any guesses about what color?

Now it’s a bright terra cotta / orangey color with dreamsicle contrast.  Trust me, the terra cotta color is much brighter in person.  Bleh!  I’m happy they’ve decided to spruce up the place (I better not see an increase in my rent to pay for this ugly color!), but could they also work on the grounds?  See the ground in front of my patio?  See how much grass there is? Yeah, that’s the reason I’m constantly fighting fleas.  It’s more sandy dirt than grass and the perfect breeding ground for sand fleas.  My poor animals.

Speaking of animals, here’s one of Tasha for your enjoyment.  She’s got this thing lately for re-locating pieces of clothing.  And kleenex.  The brat will pull them out of my bedside kleenex box, bring them into the living room and then leave them.  I finally managed to get a picture of her “haul” one day.


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