It was an exciting evening as the beloved Patriots won their division (perhaps with Myra's intervention and the prayers of Patriot nation). Who knows? As long as that kick went wrong, this is one gal who won't question. Then the Giants won in overtime. Yeehaw! The Superbowl is going to be fun! My friend Geri and I will be bending our brains to figure out a bet (see www.janeandgeridishthemovies.blogspot.com). We'll come up with something I'm sure. Anyway, just after the beloved Patriots won, I started to cook dinner.....
A few years ago, we had our kitchen redone. While this is not uncommon, for us, this was huge. Our home was built in 1955 and the kitchen was done in Harvest Gold..... metal cabinets and appliances. With a wonderful grayish formica counter. And a weird yellowish linoleum floor. To complete the picture, the kitchen was divided in half by a half wall/bookcase type structure. Very hard to work with. It had tons of possibilities but needed money. For years, Tas (my late husband) kept asking when he could tear down the wall. I told him if he did that, he'd have to tear up the floor. If he tore up the floor, then we'd have to tear out the cabinets...... You see where I'm going with this.
Finally, one day (16 years later) we had the funds to realize my dream- new kitchen! As the house and every room in it is small, I lean towards lighter colors. I wanted a white kitchen. White appliances (not stainless, as magnets wouldn't stick and where would I put my souvenir collection?), white cabinets and granite counters, that grey/white/black that goes with everything. The point is that these will go with everything and I could change decor whenever I wanted. More importantly, if we ever sold and it wasn't a tear down (yeah right, it will be a tear down), the buyers would manage to do what they want. And live with this in the meantime. But this brings me to my current musings....
I should have done the kitchen in red.... I love to cook. I love red wine. I am a klutz. I find myself cooking many dishes with a tomato base. I seem to have a certain flair that sends some of the sauce a bit around the kitchen. I also seem to have a knack for nicking myself with a knife from time to time. (Please be assured that I take care of cuts immediately and don't poison anybody.) I also cook with red wine and it gets splashed around. So a little red around the kitchen. Or a lot of red around the kitchen. Especially when I make tomato sauce. With red wine. That includes stuff that I cut up.
Which reminds me of the time Tas was washing dishes and washing a glass (the dishwasher for some reason wasn't working) and it broke and gashed one of his fingers. Badly. He showed it to me. Okay. There is a reason I work in offices and not the medical field. Really. The only red I want to see is from tomatoes. And wine of course. But I do know this. If you cut yourself, keep the damn thing above your heart. That way, it is harder for the blood to pump up there or something. Just keep it above your heart. Trust me. A competent person told me this. So I told Tas that when he showed me the cut (I stayed just this side of fainting) that we were going to the hospital and wrap it in "this" (I don't remember what this is) and keep it above his heart. I loved this man with all my heart but he chose this moment to question my knowledge! Why! I know, he was freaked out about the damage to his finger, he was a musician and here was his wife, a clearly non-medical person telling him to do something that seemed to be medical. Thankfully, the hospital was a mile away. Here's the best part. At the emergency room, the first thing he was told was to get that finger above his heart. Vindication is so, so sweet! He had been challenging me on that piece of advice and wouldn't do it until he heard it from someone else.
But back to my kitchen... I do like that it is still white. sort of. If one doesn't look too closely. As long as I keep up with the cleaning. I just made a nice tomato sauce with sausages for dinner tonight while watching the football games. I am very excited that the Patriots will have a chance to meet the Giants at the Superbowl! Geri and I will be watching!
A few years ago, we had our kitchen redone. While this is not uncommon, for us, this was huge. Our home was built in 1955 and the kitchen was done in Harvest Gold..... metal cabinets and appliances. With a wonderful grayish formica counter. And a weird yellowish linoleum floor. To complete the picture, the kitchen was divided in half by a half wall/bookcase type structure. Very hard to work with. It had tons of possibilities but needed money. For years, Tas (my late husband) kept asking when he could tear down the wall. I told him if he did that, he'd have to tear up the floor. If he tore up the floor, then we'd have to tear out the cabinets...... You see where I'm going with this.
Finally, one day (16 years later) we had the funds to realize my dream- new kitchen! As the house and every room in it is small, I lean towards lighter colors. I wanted a white kitchen. White appliances (not stainless, as magnets wouldn't stick and where would I put my souvenir collection?), white cabinets and granite counters, that grey/white/black that goes with everything. The point is that these will go with everything and I could change decor whenever I wanted. More importantly, if we ever sold and it wasn't a tear down (yeah right, it will be a tear down), the buyers would manage to do what they want. And live with this in the meantime. But this brings me to my current musings....
I should have done the kitchen in red.... I love to cook. I love red wine. I am a klutz. I find myself cooking many dishes with a tomato base. I seem to have a certain flair that sends some of the sauce a bit around the kitchen. I also seem to have a knack for nicking myself with a knife from time to time. (Please be assured that I take care of cuts immediately and don't poison anybody.) I also cook with red wine and it gets splashed around. So a little red around the kitchen. Or a lot of red around the kitchen. Especially when I make tomato sauce. With red wine. That includes stuff that I cut up.
Which reminds me of the time Tas was washing dishes and washing a glass (the dishwasher for some reason wasn't working) and it broke and gashed one of his fingers. Badly. He showed it to me. Okay. There is a reason I work in offices and not the medical field. Really. The only red I want to see is from tomatoes. And wine of course. But I do know this. If you cut yourself, keep the damn thing above your heart. That way, it is harder for the blood to pump up there or something. Just keep it above your heart. Trust me. A competent person told me this. So I told Tas that when he showed me the cut (I stayed just this side of fainting) that we were going to the hospital and wrap it in "this" (I don't remember what this is) and keep it above his heart. I loved this man with all my heart but he chose this moment to question my knowledge! Why! I know, he was freaked out about the damage to his finger, he was a musician and here was his wife, a clearly non-medical person telling him to do something that seemed to be medical. Thankfully, the hospital was a mile away. Here's the best part. At the emergency room, the first thing he was told was to get that finger above his heart. Vindication is so, so sweet! He had been challenging me on that piece of advice and wouldn't do it until he heard it from someone else.
But back to my kitchen... I do like that it is still white. sort of. If one doesn't look too closely. As long as I keep up with the cleaning. I just made a nice tomato sauce with sausages for dinner tonight while watching the football games. I am very excited that the Patriots will have a chance to meet the Giants at the Superbowl! Geri and I will be watching!
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