Today I’m trying my hand at making baked beans from scratch, as opposed to opening a can and heating the contents until warm. Did you know that it takes roughly a year and a half to make baked beans? It does! I’ll be cooking beans until 6:30 PM, if all goes well. If all doesn’t go well, I guess dinner will be even later than usual. The recipe I used says to cook the beans in a Dutch oven, which I was fairly sure I didn’t have. I don’t know why, but I always thought a Dutch oven was some huge complicated pressure-cooker/double-boiler type of thing with a gauge and a steam valve. You know what it is? A cast iron pot. With a lid on it. Wow. I’ve got several of those, but I always called them “iron pots”. Thanks to the magic of Google and Wikipedia I now know they are in fact “Dutch ovens”.
If you like visual aids, here is a very VERY poorly drawn rendition of the previous paragraph:
I’m also going to make fried chicken tonight, with a recipe I got off of Good Eats. Apparently I’m supposed to fry the chicken in melted shortening instead of vegetable oil, and I’m not supposed to let the shortening get over 350°F. That’s fine and all, except I have an electric range, so it’s kind of hard to control the heat as precisely as you can with a gas burner. I miss my gas stove. A lot. My electric stove freaks me out a little bit because everything stays hot for so long.
Oh yeah, I guess it’s Halloween, huh? Living in the country as we do, we don’t have to think about Halloween because we get NO trick-or-treaters. I still had to buy candy though, for The Man to take into work. Apparently everyone is bringing their kids into work today so they can trick-or-treat around the cubicles. Does that sound annoying to anyone else? It sure does to me!
You guys, come on. If I were pregnant, and I wanted to keep it a secret, do you really think I would write about it on my blog under the title “Best News Ever”? Wouldn’t that be a little. . . obvious? Give me some credit for knowing how to keep things on the down low when I want to. Suffice to say, I’m not pregnant. You can all stop speculating about that now.
For those of you (I guess that’s just Julio and Mackers) who have been asking for the code to get into locked entries, the answer is: “I’ll give it to you, but it won’t do you any good.” That’s not because I hate you, it’s because WordPress hates me. Something is wrong with my set up, in that I can password protect an entry, specify a password for said entry, and then no one can ever read the entry. I have tested codes several times in different browsers and on different computers, and every time the entry fails to display. I guess at least everything is REALLY secure.
Also, sometime soon I have to upgrade my WordPress version again. This means the site will be down for an hour or so. If you come here within the next few days and you’re getting an error, at least now you’ll know what’s going on.
Up until the last couple of weeks, I believed I had dodged my Family Curse. Seeing as how I had reached the ripe old age of 29 without The Curse manifesting in any way, shape, or form, I had come to believe that I was the superior being. The recipient of all the good genes. She who was pure. The Chosen One, if you will. However, the events of this last seven-to-ten days have shown me that alas, I am not The One, and the blessing has been deferred, perhaps to a later generation. Maybe one of my own children will be the one to whom my family will look for hope, or maybe it will be one of my cousins’ children who will be the beacon of light. There is no way of telling. I only know that it is not I, that it will not be me who shows the world that we are not all defective, that some can live and breathe as free from Curses as so many others.
I seem to have developed allergies.
My nose has been stuffy and runny for about a week. My eyes itch. I sneeze quite a bit. These are all, so I have observed, tell-tale signs that I am allergic to something. What that something is, I do not know. I suspect it has something to do with dead leaves, because the symptoms showed up right around the time the leaves started coming down. Lord help us all if I’ve suddenly developed an allergy to computers, cats, or The Man, because if that’s the case I’ll be having a very sneezy life from here on out.