Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Following up on the pizza

Ha. You thought I was joking about the self-cleaning pizza cooking (BTW the oven has never been so clean) but now you can see it for yourself.


It has occurred to me that my dear, try anything husband, is morphing into his father - the hero of his youth who once removed a tumour from the head of a budgie bird with an uncle administering the ether to the beak and all kids in a circle attending. The bird apparently survived. For a while at least.


My husband took away from this and about a thousand other experiments, that a person can do anything themselves. 


And that has brought us to this place now in my kitchen. 


But a person who has spent most of her adult life planning wardrobes she has yet to sew is in no position to be disillusioning.


I had to take a day off sewing today. I had to get my upcoming work schedule straightened out at school and later in the afternoon I had Miss Scarlett come over for the day and over-night. My DD is working a night shift and my son-in-law is away.


Scarlett spent most of the afternoon sitting under bushes in the backyard with the dogs giving me a running commentary on life and some time with toilet training experiments in the house. My place is apparently an ideal toilet training venue. A nephew of mine once said "You can even poop on the floor at Thia (aunt) Barbara's and she will just say that's great." Whether or not you consider this a compliment depends on your age and your standards.


I am geared up for some serious sewing. I have mother skirts to finish and want to do another version of my slim fit (I am referring to the hem circumference not myself) pants and clear the decks for some tops over the weekend.


I then have some summer dresses to make before I haul out the White Shirts. Three in a row were enough in a row when I first had this idea but I have been away from that project long enough to want back in.


But all that is for another day. Right now I am going off to bed, I understand waking up time is 5:30 a.m.


I will sew in my sleep.

3 comments:

BetsyV said...

OK Barbara, the gloves are off on the pizza competition between our DHs. Has yours ever tried pre-cooking (a bit) the crust and then putting the toppings on and putting it back in the oven (at a temp less than the self-clean temp!)?

Tonight, he baked the crust at 475F for 3 minutes; then brushed with olive oil, put the toppings on (cheese on the bottom so it doesn't burn), and back in the oven for 6 minutes more at 475F.

Obviously, we are just going to have to come up Nova Scotia for a few days so you and I can sew, and our DH's can battle it out in the kitchen LOL. I'll bring the wine.

Kathy said...

As I am married to a crazy man also I'm glad he doesn't read your blog! Personally I think sewing is much safer :)

Sue said...

.... so funny!
I can just imagine the operation on the bird!
Life in your house would not be boring.