Every day I suppress the urge to gripe about the cold. Mostly. I get up in the morning and I'm dumbfounded by how quickly my coffee gets cold (inside the insulated carafe!) or how often I have to re-toast my bread because I didn't grab it the second it popped out of the toaster. Heaven knows you can't get the butter to spread properly unless you do.
Uhh the butter. It doesn't matter where you keep it. In the fridge. Out of the fridge. It's all the same. Solid, un-spreadable butter.
I've conquered the dry skin by making my own lotion which I lovingly call Kathy's Mainland Winter Salve.
Tonight was the last straw! I was making a quiche for dinner (I think that's what you call it when it has a crust, right?). So, as I was sauteing some of the ingredients for the filling, I was baking the crust. Just as the crust became a beautiful golden brown I took it out of the oven and set it on my faux stainless steel counter top. Just in time for the glass pie pan to EXPLODE into no less than a million pieces! What in the world!? Can there really be that much temperature difference from the oven to the counter top? Am I the only person who doesn't know this?
What a mess! So, we had a frittata (That's what you call it when there's no crust, right?).
It doesn't help that this happened right after I got off the phone with Brenda and Terry who were on their way home from the beach and telling me just how beautiful a winter they are having on our beautiful islands...
I guess it's a good thing I am already terribly attached to Portland (and my sweet husband) or I would be raising money for a ticket back to Hawai'i tonight! There would be a lot of things and people to pack up and take with me!
I guess I'll just go turn up the heat and put on some more Mainland Winter Salve. Maybe I've got a little extra Suck It Up I could apply along with it.
