|
navigation
current
archives
links page
profile
|
|
who had "range hood" in the dead pool?
August 30, 2010
Had a quiet weekend. Friday, we ran a couple of errands, then came home and I made a chicken & biscuits casserole for dinner, specially requested by Spouse--he saw it on the food porn channel and developed a craving. It was okay--not anything too different than the kinds of "hot dish" my mom always made, but HIS mother never made them*, so it took me 27 years and the official sanction of The Food Network to get him to even consider casseroles.
That was pretty much it for Friday, actually. Washed dishes, played on the computers, watched TV, went to bed.
Saturday, we rolled out none too early and visited the Farmer's Market--picked up more Mirai sweet corn (bi-color this time), baby new red potatoes, organic tomatoes, a bunch of rhubarb, some new-crop apples, pickled beet relish, and gourmet dog biscuits. It was quite beyond mobbed when we got there, so we didn't stay too long. My bag was getting too heavy, anyway.
Next, we went shopping for a new stove vent to replace the decrepit Mongomery Ward model** that has finally given up the ghost. Step right up & place your bets--what kitchen appliance will I have to replace next? This is the year of appliance failures, with the refrigerator, garbage disposal, and now the range hood walking off the job, so far.
Pre-shopped online and picked out a model that looked as though it was readily available in town, but ran into issues at both of the big-box home-improvement stores we have here. Number one, the only size readily available in any model is a 30-inch (we need a 42"). Two, a special order would be subject to order fees, shipping costs, and a four-week wait to get it from the factory in Hartford to my house in Kenosha.
FYI--that's about 55 miles. I think they could have done better with a mule team than whatever method they currently employ. Hell, I could send The B to FETCH it and he'd have it here in less time.
So I took a short cut to get what I wanted. Popped across the parking lot to Grand Appliance, where they negotiated, discounted, and quoted me out at $104.45 (no fees), with 8-10 days for delivery.
Gave the order, paid the man, done. And that is why I keep going back to Grand.
Then we came home, and we all ended up napping til it was time to make dinner. Brats on the grill, Tater Tots, and Summer Slaw (like regular creamy coleslaw, but with green peppers, green onions, and fresh tomato added in). Then it was pretty much a repeat of Friday--dishes, computers, TV, bed.
Yesterday was my "stay at home, barefoot & braless" day. I even managed to kick Spouse out for a few hours, telling him he needed to take that motorcycle of his out for a spin. I did laundry and a few other house chores, spent a solid hour vacuuming the pool and another swimming in it, and otherwise just relaxed. Watched some stuff I had on the DVR, played the HELL out of FV & PS, and played with the B, who was in the mood for such things, read for a while.
Dinner was a combined effort--Spouse made country ribs in the crockpot, and I roasted some of the new potatoes and steamed some of the corn from our Farmer's Market booty.
And I didn't do much last evening. Couldn't even get up the gumption to watch Mad Men. Just kind of vegged a bit, and pretended I didn't have a million things I should be doing.
I'm better tonight, but only because today's responsibilities couldn't be shirked. I had to keep my chiro appointment, get gas, and go to the store for necessities. No negotiation. Now, though, I have a sneaking suspicion that writing this will be my last productive moment of the day.
*Fuck no, of course not. Woman couldn't cook to save her life.
**What's the world coming to, when you can only get a scant 40 years out of an appliance? Dagnabbit.
Reading: Hobby--racing through what I have in the Nan Sherwood series, by Annie Roe Carr. I was able to locate four of them--"Nan Sherwood At Pine Camp, or, The Old Lumberman's Secret" (book 1, 1915), "Nan Sherwood's Winter Holidays, Or, Rescuing The Runaways" (book 3, 1916), "Nan Sherwood At Rose Ranch, Or, The Old Mexican's Treasure" (book 4, no year available) and "Nan Sherwood At Palm Beach, Or, Strange Adventures Among The Orange Groves" (book 5, 1921). As is so often the case, couldn't obtain the second book of the series. I was right about the quality. The first was excellent, the third was quite above average, and the fourth was average-to-meh. Haven't finished the fifth yet, but a slight case of racism just broke out.
General--Re-reading an old Richard Lockridge mystery for the umpteenth time--an Inspector Heimrich from 1969 called "A Risky Way to Kill.". I desperately need to get to the library.
Surfing: Kitchen Retro.
Listening: Stevie Ray Vaughan, Van Morrison (Happy 65th birthday!), Wilco.
At Random:
click here
|
|