Monday, May 25, 2015

4 point bags of bits of chicken, and a messy counter

I bought chicken breasts in bulk, marinated them in my favorite can't-be-bothered spice, poached them in water and a drop of olive oil, and weighed them out in 4 oz batches on my electronic scale, which I had forgotten I owned and then couldn't remember how it turned on. I haven't figured out a non-plastic alternative to snack bags yet, although I've got rid of all of my plastic ware and I'm using pint jars instead. I need some half pint jars, but haven't found any in the stores.

My counter is messy. It always is. I'm a slob. 

Cooking for one is a bore. Cooking for one while on Weight Watchers is worse. At least I'm not eating their salty, full of crapoy ingredients products. 


Friday, May 22, 2015

Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Last wall of powder room and I'm not sure

These are in the downstairs powder room now. Cheapie pine frames I painted blue. Lime zigzag paper in the middle. Besides the fact that the 3rd one is crooked, do you think this looks okay? Do I need more of them? I have enough paper for 2 more and the frames are dirt cheap. 

Do the frames cry out for some more decoration? They're a brighter blue than in the picture.


I am the worst picture hanger in the world. 

Sunday, May 17, 2015

Saturday, May 9, 2015

A scary, humiliating situation is happening at work. Unfortunately, it's not over yet. I wish there was someone to talk to about it.

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Strawberry rhubarb sauce with oatmeal sprinkles





The good news is that I didn't set any utensils, pans, or potholders on fire. The bad news is that it was supposed to be strawberry rhubarb crisp. You know, not a SAUCE. This all started because someone left a giveaway bag of rhubarb in the lunchroom.