Cooking and walking.
Last night's dinner was a semi-disaster. We had lemon crumbed chicken, which is delicious and easy when my Mum makes it. But I had trouble with the frying part. The outside was looking burnt, while the inside had only just cooked. I lamented my burnt chicken for a while.
Then I was turning the chicken over, using a spatula instead of tongs. Apparently, that was a bad idea. The oil splattered everywhere, including my right arm. I have six tiny burn marks, and two slightly larger burn marks which have formed blisters. It didn't hurt at the time, so I waved away my husband as he was trying to help me by putting ice on my arm. To no avail, by the way. He's a persistent helper. But that was good, because it really hurt afterwards, and probably would have hurt even more if he hadn't done anything.
But, surprisingly, the chicken was delicious. Maybe it's one of those dishes you just can't mess up, no matter how hard you try. Hence the semi-disaster classification.
Sometimes people annoy me. When I'm walking somewhere, no-one moves out of my way. 95% of the time, I have to move for them. People who are able-bodied, not elderly, and not almost 8 months pregnant. I've tested the theory by continuing to walk the same path until the person is almost on top of me, then moving out of their way. Seriously, I think people would much rather bump into me than veer slightly to either side. It's like a game of chicken. What is up with that? Some day soon, I'm just going to keep walking. That'll show 'em. Or even better, wait until I've had the baby, and have to push a stroller everywhere. Oh yeah! I'll have the power then!
posted by Alyssa @ 11:49 AM
2 Comments:
oh man, i hear on people not getting out of the way for the rpegnant girl. not only that, people didn't offer me seats, didn't open doors, didn't help me with my bags out to the truck BUT they did help the perfectly able bodied twenty two year old guy with his so what is THAT about??? i'm so not shopping at that grocery store anymore.
with my second i was at a grocery store a few minutes after my water had broken (at a light trickle at the craft store next door) to buy diapres for my first because i suddenly knew i was going to be busy for the next while what with labour starting and would you believe that the grocery staff seriously didn't offer to help the HUGE pregnant girl but did carry out the young guy's stuff??? madness. no one knew i was in labour but really, did they have to know?
ugh. lol.
Please Blog. I miss you. I am currently in the procees on writing in my blog and you'll have to check it out sometime today because some of it is about you.
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