Phooey. I was trying to be a diligent little blogger and I have faaailed.
Anyway, today's topic--cooking. I love cooking! I'm not great at it, but I really enjoy doing it. Unfortunately, we had to get the batteries for our smoke detector replaced a few months ago and since then, cooking has been something of a challenge for my roommate and me. Though the smoke detector is down the hallway and away from the kitchen, the damn thing screeches up a frenzy almost every time anyone uses the stove, oven, or worst of all the stove AND oven. I'm somewhat tall for a girl, but I'm not casually-reach-up-and-touch-the-ceiling tall. This means that anytime the deafening alarm sounds, I have to grab a chair and scramble down the hallway as fast as I can. I have, more than once, sprinted down the hallway without a chair due to my panic, and had to hop around like an idiot until I managed to turn the thing off.
This has turned me into a very paranoid cook. Sam (dear friend/roomie) has this thin and flexy cutting board that I use to fan the hot air away from the hallway when I saute things over the stove. It actually works! Unfortunately, this is how deranged I look every time I cook:
Right after and just before
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