Okay folks, I am no longer intoxicated by any means. I’ve been to the gym, read a few bummer e mails, drank 1 of 2 coffees and there was no hangover… surprisingly a miracle happened and I sprung out of bed this morning which NEVER happens because I AM THE farthest thing from a morning person. I am still bummed my post from last night disappeared into the vast space of nothingness in which many words take a sudden violent unexpected and unexplainable death (don’t get me started on what I see posted online sometimes….*shiver*)
So it all started yesterday at somepoint when I decided to make Philly Cheesesteak (which would be 730 am enroute to the office) I see it all over the place and figured… can’t be that hard. About 230-3 pm I realise….. eff do I have everything I need???? On the way home I knew we needed hoagie buns in a bad way……So I get home from work after 6pm and I realise that the steaks that were taken out of the freezer that morning were still frozen, I thought…. no big deal…. I spent forever looking for the needed ingredients, I had already sent hubs out the door for buns which is what I thought was the only thing I was missing…. it was not. Thank goodness for parents living close by. I chopped the garlic, squished some more, chopped the onions and red pepper, things were going great despite the fact that poor baby had no one to play with and was desperate to get my attention so she was clamoring onto me the WHOLE evening. I came up with a genius idea (#1 of the evening) and requested our 12 year old put her boombox in the kitchen, well my and babies amusement with the music lasted about 2 minutes…. then came genius idea #2….in order to amuse her I gave her a big can of Graduates peach things which I know she loves…. well while I am elbow deep in cutting up raw beef she decides to dump the ENTIRE contents of the floor. Well the wine was already uncorked & I had already poured me a smallish glass (and by glass I really mean a fancy kids plastic cup) I took a swig & got myself cleaned up to take care of the cracker fiasco that occurred all over the kitchen floor, took the giant bottle of crackers away from baby and gave her a bowl full of peachy cracker thingys (of course was promptly spread all over the floor again) but on the plus side she stayed amused for a long while.
I had to get back to cookin’. I finally got the beef all cut up (Dad popped by to drop off the missing OXO I needed!! Thanks pop!) and started to “caramelize” the slivers of beef. (I had no idea how to caramelize beef or even what it meant….) I spent ages doing batches and batches of this…. only to realise as I finished the last batch up & was reading to figure out my next step… “Cook over high heat for 3 minutes” ….. more wine. Baby became not amused anymore by tasty crackers and was wanting me again…. another diversion needed “AH paper towel” here yah go baby, which she discovered bopping things with paper towl was fun followed by the “unravelling”. I had a kitchen covered in crackers AND paper towel, with of course the bowls and cook books she had pulled out of the cupboards …. did I mention there was a chair in there too… yeah there was a chair I had to also dodge as I scurried about the place. … more wine. What is the time….. 8:15… what the??? I was STILL cooking….and hubs just got back from the store (the man is a saint and did a little more than just picked up buns, he did some re-stocking…. bless him) 830 rolled around and I finally finished cookin the veggies, making the sauce and then dumping everything in (sloppily) the sauce to make it all more flavorful…. or something to that effect.
The end result was a philly cheesesteak dinner with a sauce made a little to heavy on the wine (I added more glugs after the requirement) on untoasted buns (they were supposed to be toasted, drizzled with olive oil, sprinkled with cheese and retoasted) with a very intoxicated me. Hence… attempting to blog after drinking….. not a good idea.
Which pretty much brings me to today.
Oh and I happened to go onto facebook and talk a lot about balls on someone’s page afterwhich I started singing upstairs which is the most awful sound in the world. Think of screetching cats = me singing. *shivers*