So this morning, for lunch/breakfast, I had two sausages, an egg, a handful of chopped mushroom, and a slice of that homemade no-yeast bread with honey (I broke down and got honey yesterday). Fry the sausage, no biggie. Sautee the mushrooms in with the sausage, no biggie. But when I try to cut up the sausage before adding the scrambled egg, OIL SPLATTERS EVERYWHERE!!!!!!! A few burns later, I had the sausage cut and the eggs in, and everything was fine. Everything got cooked all the way through, it was yummy and delicious. Adventure for the morning was over.
Then I had a craving for Pigs in a Blanket. Not really a craving for that in particular, I suppose, just a longing for food the way Mom cooks it. And I got really excited because, due to making bread yesterday, I had ALL the ingredients for making biscuit dough! All I needed were the hot dogs, and those shouldn't be too expensive! They weren't, in fact they are a lot cheaper here than State-side. So I made a trip to Morrison's, got potatoes for tomorrow, salt, and then I found the hot dogs...
Hot dogs come in a can.
I don't have a can opener.
So when I got back I asked Anna, my Warden, if she had a can opener.
She also doesn't have a can opener. BUT! She spent five days trapped in a snowed-in car with her brother, and she knows how to open a can with a really sharp knife! So I pulled out my utility knife, and she opened one of my hot dog cans for me. By the way, the Warden's pretty awesome.
Back on track with my Pigs in a Blanket plan, and I hit another rock in the road. I don't have measuring cups. Fortunately, I have done enough baking with Mom, and I can estimate using a mug, a spoon, and my palm! The biscuit dough was yummy and wonderful, and I'm fairly certain I ate half a biscuit worth of dough. It was then that I realized that I was getting flour all over my shirt. My BLACK shirt. And it was only then that I remembered that I had an apron. I have resolved to use it next time I bake or cook.
I finally had the Pigs in a Blanket baking. I cleaned up all the flour while they were in the oven. Then they came out, and they were hot, and fresh, and smelled sooooo good.
Canned hot dogs taste like Spam. It took a couple bites to realize it, but that's exactly what they taste like. Spam.
This is the first difference from home with which I have NOT been pleased. Scenery difference? Bring it on. Money difference? Sure. But when you mess with the hot dogs...
Anyway, it's clean-up and dishes time. Byes!
--Kae
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