I. Josh got home and discovered that our basement had started to flood, and by the time I got home (which took longer than usual because the road I usually take was under water), he had:
A. Gone out and bought a sump pump.
B. Set it up and started it a-pumping.
C. Dug a trench outside to divert the water.
D. Changed into his pajamas, built a fire, and had a beer.
II. I made stuffed peppers using a recipe from the Veganomicon (which I've been loving -- not because of its recipes, as I've only used the one so far, but because the authors are hilarious), which were awesome.
A. Preparing them made me realize that my new food processor is going to make me even lazier, which I really wouldn't have thought possible.
B. We needed to offset the veganosity of our dinner, so we followed it up with a couple of Josh's famous (well, in our house) tuna melts.
III. To FURTHER offset any possible veganosity in the house, I made my first attempt at candied bacon (because I've been wanting to try making these cookies).
A. BUT THE BACON ATTACKED ME!:
i. Note to anyone who wants to make candied bacon: DON'T GET THE BOILING MELTY SUGAR BACON GREASE ON YOUR SKIN! YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO GET AWAY FROM IT! IT WILL ATTACHITSELF TO YOUR SKIN, CAUSING GRODY BLISTERS AND SWOLLEN FINGERS! OH, HOW IT WILL BURN! AND THEN YOUR STUPID HUSBAND WILL LAUGH AT YOU!
B. I overcooked it. So I will buy more bacon and try again tonight.
IV. Due to the monstrous winds and rain, we lost power at about ten.
A. Then some siding half-ripped off of the house and banged banged banged...
i. ...until Josh stomped outside with the flashlight and ripped it completely off.
B. Neither of us slept much, as we were too busy worrying about the basement.
C. We woke up to shingles on the lawn and in the road, missing sap buckets and a very sad tarp that'd been ripped away from its grommets.
i. We were especially grateful that the town had taken down a way-too-close-to-the-house half-dead maple last fall.
a. Even though that may have contributed to the water in the basement. But, hey -- I'll take a damp basement over a smooshed roof any time.
D. The power came back on at six this morning.
i. Although I technically had time, I didn't shower before work.
a. It's possible that I have stink lines radiating from my person. I'm afraid to ask my co-worker.
Oh, honey. And hear I thought my husband's Boy Scout physics lesson with a hose and gravity to drain our basement was an adventure . . .
Posted by: EM | 26 February 2010 at 11:43 AM
Ahem. "Here" I thought. Stragetic cost systems class is clearly melting my brain.
Posted by: EM | 26 February 2010 at 11:44 AM
Oh, sweetpea. I will no longer complain about my boiler, or the puddles from the ice condensation or whatever is going on with the window. And the bacon-y finger!!! I am so very sorry. When you're out getting the new bacon, pop into the seasonal aisle, and get a sunburn remedy. I keep pure aloe in a tube in the fridge because I keep attempting to make candy. At the moment, I have some very squishy pillow mints in the cabinet...
I have heard of your cookbook! The Post Punk Vegan crew are hilarious, and have a website of great vegetable-laden recipes. Check 'em out. http://www.theppk.com/recipes/
Posted by: tanita | 26 February 2010 at 12:40 PM
Note to anyone making candied anything: HAVE A PAN FULL OF COLD WATER ON HAND SO THAT WHEN YOU GET THE HOT SUGAR ON YOUR HAND AND YOUR HUSBAND IS LAUGHING AT YOU, YOU CAN POP IT INTO COLD WATER BEFORE BLISTERS FORM!
My loving husband usually fills the entire sink with cold water for me. Not that he has a low opinion of my competence, mind you, he just likes to be careful.
Posted by: hope | 26 February 2010 at 01:56 PM
Ow. You are v. brave. This is why I never cook bacon. Prosciutto is so much less...burn-y.
Posted by: Elizabeth | 26 February 2010 at 11:53 PM
Ow! I admire your courage -- had the bacon attacked me, I probably would have thrown it all in the trash can and bought cookies at Trader Joe's.
(Although I must say candied bacon sounds decadently delicious!)
Posted by: Gina | 27 February 2010 at 08:53 PM
I so sympathize. Things attack me in the kitchen all the time, especially sharp or burny things. Or I drop and break things. It's amazing my husband even lets me in there.
Posted by: aquafortis | 02 March 2010 at 05:21 PM
Ouch! Sounds like you had a rough night. Take care of yourself!
Posted by: Lorin | 02 March 2010 at 06:16 PM
Get busy living, or get busy dying.
Posted by: Air Jordan | 02 March 2011 at 09:18 PM