Apparently I’m only slightly better at getting gas than I am at cooking.
This is what I found when I got home and stepped out of my car:
On the bright side, I didn’t burn anything, which tends to happen when I’m near a stove.
Courtney in the kitchen
Just in case anybody thought that my cooking might actually be getting better:
The other night I accidentally broiled the rolls instead of baking them.
Whoops.
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Courtney, the girl with a small head
So now, at the ripe age of 28, I finally find out how lamentably small my head is. Awesome.
Thanks a lot, Zenni Optical.
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Another kitchen oops
Turns out cookies taste a bit er, different, when you halve the butter, sugar, and flour in your recipe but not the salt, eggs, and baking powder.
Oops.
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Salty sales
Yesterday, some sample-giver-outer lady at the grocery store tried to convince me to buy a particular brand of deli meat for its low sodium content.
Hah!
Apparently she hadn’t read this blogpost.
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Our new house
Mike has been doing a bunch of great handyman-esque tasks around ou new home. Most recently, he hung up this beautiful blue, glass light fixture. Apparently he’s quite proud of the far away land from which it comes: The “Made in China” sticker faces out toward the eating area for all to see.