Sunday, October 4, 2009

A big post about a little thing



Today was great. We got dressed up, and headed to the Stake Center for the second session of Conference. But we turned around a minute later, when we reached the bridge and realized that there was a Steelers Game tonight. And you think YOUR city is devoted to its sports teams... We decided to head to our little Branch building instead. Less traffic.

After Conference we came home, ate dinner, and went for a walk along the Monongahela River. Perfect. Then it was studying for Kurt, and reading for me. Evening over.

Or was it?

Suddenly, I was attacked by a horrible case of the munchies! It would not be supplicated with a few chocolate chips or a glass of water. This hunger meant business. In the good old days, I would just heat up some pizza rolls. Or rifle through my roommates food if I hadn't gone shopping lately (Yes, I was that roommate). Or maybe grab a piece of bread, slather some spaghetti sauce on it, and call it good. But since I've gotten married, and started cooking my taste buds have taken on a more sophisticated air. Spoiled little....

For my Second Dinner (My brother Jimmy would be proud) I decided to make French Toast. I've never done this before (remember the spaghetti/bread thing). I printed directions off the internet, and busted out the Kitchen Aid. I was PREPARED.

If there is one thing I don't like about cooking, its the eggs. It isn't the whole misguided this-could-have-been-a-cute-baby-chicken-thing. Or the more realistic I'm-eating-an-animals-period-thing. It isn't the texture of the raw egg, or the smell (especially since I'm pretty sure raw eggs are odorless). Every time I get a drop of raw egg goo on my finger, all I can think is "CROSS CONTAMINATION!!!"


I mixed up the vanilla/sugar/salt mixture, and had Kurt crack the eggs for me. This was gonna be easy. Then I realized that I was gonna have to dip the bread into that stuff with my fingers. the first piece was pretty soggy, so I ended up using my whole hand. Right away, the CROSS CONTAMINATION!!! bells were going off in my mind. As soon as it was sizzling, I was turning on the kitchen sink with my elbow, and scrubbing my hands with soap. I washed my hands 12 times in the next 5 minutes. It's like I was afraid that a super strain of salmonella was gonna jump off my hands and infect thousands.

And don't even get me started on the disinfecting that went on when I noticed the drip on the counter! HELLO LYSOL.

The funny thing is, I don't have this problem when I am baking. Even though I know I shouldn't, I always lick the batter off the beaters. mmmmmmmmm

The french toast turned out great. A little soggy in the middle, but hey, it was my first try. And I thought all of you needed to know (Plus Kurt is now working on our Thank You notes from the Wedding, and I like the "I'm kinda' busy blogging" Excuse).


3 comments:

Annie said...

I love you and I think it is HILArIOUS that you used a kitchenaid to make french toast.

Shipley Family said...

What are you going to do when you have to change diapers 400 times per day, or wash dirty underwear when you kid just doesn't wipe good enough. I think you should buy stock in Lysol very soon. You crack me up.

Amber said...

David (your younger brother) is the exact opposite about cross contamination! I was teaching how to make an omelet and he was getting egg everywhere, he didn't care at all! I had him clean it up but if I wasn't there he probably would have left it!

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