I am cooking today. I am making homemade chicken and noodles. I started the stock yesterday and did the noodles today. In the middle of the process, my sink/disposal kinda exploded. Water everywhere. I mean everywhere. Since we are living on just the bare essentials here in Denver, while all our stuff is in storage in Oklahoma, I have only 4 towels and 2 kitchen towels. I was hopping around like a spastic chicken trying to keep the dog out of the water, while my fever-adled brain was trying to figure out WHAT to do. I ran to the linen closet and there weren't any there. Oh! How about the dirty clothes? BINGO!! I mean, they were going to get dirty anyway...
I started sopping up water, wondering what I had done to deserve this. I called the apartment complex and they said they would send someone. One hour later...with water still coming out of the pipe...a guy shows up. He goes gets another guy, and they decided, yup, a plumber is needed. I could have told them that! It was coming out of the pipe, and a piece of the pipe was off. Plumber!! NOW!!!
They said, ok, m'am. He will be here in 2 hours, don't use your sink, or your dishwasher. I stand there, in the middle of all my ingredients with this horrified look on my face. Fine. Right now, I am at three hours behind my schedule. I still have to make the cranberry salad and chop all the celery and onions for the stuffing tomorrow. I have to make the punch (yes, it requires cooking).
Tomorrow is all the baking. I have a schedule!!! AAARRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!!!
Meanwhile, in defiance, I went ahead and rolled out the dough and cut the noodles. By the time they showed up, my noodles were ready to go into the boiling stock. At least my house smells lovely, and I have dinner for my husband when he gets off work.
Until tomorrow's adventure...
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