Martha Stewart sings in German.
So I botched a package of Pillsbury Croissant Roles today.
Frickin.... those packages suck. Everyone finds them easy to open but me. Everyone else just gives a little twist and it makes that nice pooooof! sound. ("I'm not really sure I understand what a poof is... Could you demonstrate a good poof for me?" - 50 First Dates).
So as I'm looking at the lump of dough that I had to pry out of the package, to try to figure out how the heck I'm supposed to "unroll and divide into eight equal triangles" (What?!! That doesn't explain how to do anything! Give me a diagram or something, jerk), my mom comes in the kitchen, and, watching me struggle to find the end of the roll, nonchalantly adds: "I think you're supposed to let it thaw first." What the crap?! That was not in the directions! If they wanted me to thaw it, THEY SHOULD HAVE FRICKIN SAID SO! So I decided on no thawing. Well, trying to unroll the half-frozen, sticky, rolled up lump of dough was obviously impossible (well, it was probably possible for anyone but me), so I decided to just cut the roll into eight equal parts and go for a cinnamon bun look. So I'm putting the croissantamon buns in the oven, and my mom, who is amusedly watching from the kitchen table, coolly interjects: "Aren't you going to let it rise a bit first?" Well holy crap. I frickin hate the kitchen. Whatever. Get your stupid little non-cinnamoned cinnamon croissant buns in the oven and bake for a while and I'll come back when you can be civilized. Stupid dough-boy.
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My mom's recital was tonight. I was the "guest artist". The theme was "Under the Sea". I played a piano song that I wrote back in highschool, called "Ghost Ship in the Mist". And I sung a Schubert lied called "Am See". Guess what that translates to.
Anyway, setting up the church (moving things the day after doing that work-out video... hey Bobber, how are your muscles treating you?) + performing + taking down the set-up + making nice with the parents and students + helping ma and pa load and unload + heals and a skirt = I'm tired. I was invited to go out tonight but declined.
Tomorrow I am actually going to go to the music store and get some guitar strings (which I've been meaning to do for a week), and change Toque's strings. In the evening, I'm meeting with Rick to play him some new stuff and discuss what we're going to record this summer.
Thank you my friends, once again, for your continued prayers. I miss my Kentuckians. I love you guys. I love my Saskatonians too. And that guy over in the next province who never comes home. : (
HomeMakingNess
Frickin.... those packages suck. Everyone finds them easy to open but me. Everyone else just gives a little twist and it makes that nice pooooof! sound. ("I'm not really sure I understand what a poof is... Could you demonstrate a good poof for me?" - 50 First Dates).
So as I'm looking at the lump of dough that I had to pry out of the package, to try to figure out how the heck I'm supposed to "unroll and divide into eight equal triangles" (What?!! That doesn't explain how to do anything! Give me a diagram or something, jerk), my mom comes in the kitchen, and, watching me struggle to find the end of the roll, nonchalantly adds: "I think you're supposed to let it thaw first." What the crap?! That was not in the directions! If they wanted me to thaw it, THEY SHOULD HAVE FRICKIN SAID SO! So I decided on no thawing. Well, trying to unroll the half-frozen, sticky, rolled up lump of dough was obviously impossible (well, it was probably possible for anyone but me), so I decided to just cut the roll into eight equal parts and go for a cinnamon bun look. So I'm putting the croissantamon buns in the oven, and my mom, who is amusedly watching from the kitchen table, coolly interjects: "Aren't you going to let it rise a bit first?" Well holy crap. I frickin hate the kitchen. Whatever. Get your stupid little non-cinnamoned cinnamon croissant buns in the oven and bake for a while and I'll come back when you can be civilized. Stupid dough-boy.
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My mom's recital was tonight. I was the "guest artist". The theme was "Under the Sea". I played a piano song that I wrote back in highschool, called "Ghost Ship in the Mist". And I sung a Schubert lied called "Am See". Guess what that translates to.
Anyway, setting up the church (moving things the day after doing that work-out video... hey Bobber, how are your muscles treating you?) + performing + taking down the set-up + making nice with the parents and students + helping ma and pa load and unload + heals and a skirt = I'm tired. I was invited to go out tonight but declined.
Tomorrow I am actually going to go to the music store and get some guitar strings (which I've been meaning to do for a week), and change Toque's strings. In the evening, I'm meeting with Rick to play him some new stuff and discuss what we're going to record this summer.
Thank you my friends, once again, for your continued prayers. I miss my Kentuckians. I love you guys. I love my Saskatonians too. And that guy over in the next province who never comes home. : (
HomeMakingNess
posted by CrazyNess @ 2:17 AM
6 Comments:
At June 16, 2006 2:00 PM,
Anonymous said…
Dear IncompetentNess,
I hope someday that you at least feel more comfortable in the kitchen. So do Canadians spell "heels" as "heals" or did you just have a goof in spelling? Seriously, I'd expect more from you.
Yours Truly,
Peaches
At June 16, 2006 2:55 PM,
Anonymous said…
http://c4th4rs1s.blogspot.com
and it doesn't show me as me because i'm posting from home, where i'm at in lay-over until i go hang out with jenni later in a few hours.
don't worry about the rolls; there's a type of ketchup bottle that i used to never be able to get open because my hands were calloused from months upon months of working the papa john's ovens and so the moisture from the fridge that had condensated on the lid (you had to squeeze for traction and rotate it to open it up) made it too slick for my fingers to grasp. lydia still enjoys mocking that i can't open a ketch-up bottle; i made up for it by gaining the ability to throw her over a shoulder like a sack of feathers. :P
you're still missed. take care. enjoy the ju-ju and mojo i send as a peace offering. ;) ...well, okay, maybe they're just going to be cool. but whatever. the end.
no really. the end. stop reading.
...what are you doing still reading this? go play canasta or something else (slightly less) worthless. :P
At June 16, 2006 3:57 PM,
CrazyNess said…
IndignantNess!!
Under normal circumstances, I would have acknowledged my mistake and promptly fixed the spelling. However, you being the rudest peach of a boy I've ever met, I categorically refuse.
At June 16, 2006 7:55 PM,
Anonymous said…
Well spelling is overrated, as long as you can read, Spelling is not a problem. I leave tommrow at 8 am in the morning. That's like 6 to you. Hip the Ale8 machine was finally filled yesterday. I've been going through withdrawl. But i'll have to get used to it. No ale8 in Canada. i'll have to settle for hanging out with my best friend. Wow, that was long. I'm so cool cause i say that like every time i write. Tommrow!!!!!!!!!!
JU
At June 17, 2006 10:11 PM,
Angie said…
I thought they we refrigerated? why did you have frozen ones? And at least you twisted to open it..the first time I ever tried those things, I used a can opener, and the poof came out the top of the can at the first poke of the can opener, and I couldn't even finish opening it. Needless to say, it wrecked all the dough. Then try to find the little triangles then..lol. Glad to know I am not the only one out there whose first time with those didn't work.
At June 18, 2006 12:55 PM,
Heather said…
am I the only one who knows how to read directions? I've never had a problem with those things... And yes, I beleive they say keep refriderated, U get them from the cooler section, and I beleive u are supose to only put them in the fridge... U'll have to read the package on that..
Apparenlty I've got some smartness, cause I never had a problem ;)
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