One of the things I can cook reasonably well is macaroni and cheese. It comes in a box. There are instructions. It's pretty hard to screw it up.
The mystery is that whenever I pour the water off the noodles and through the strainer I end up with noodles in the sink. Now I've been perplexed how the noodles have managed to squeeze through the holes in the strainer and land in the sink unscathed. This happens with every type of pasta: spaghetti, macaroni, rotini... okay, it doesn't happen with lasagna noodles, but you get the idea.
My theory has been that the force of the hot water and the malleability of the noodles pushed them through the holes.
Wrong!
I discovered that I am tipping the strainer as I pour the noodles and water through it. The water doesn't flow straight through the bottom of the strainer, but pools and spills the macaroni out under the pan where I can't see it.
So we don't have magic noodles that can miraculously squeeze through our strainer.
Showing posts with label Dumb Mistakes. Show all posts
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Leaving the Door Wide Open
This morning I did something really dumb. I left the back doors wide open. Not just the screen door that catches on the pavement because the frozen ground heaved. I also left the regular door wide open and the interior door from the entry way into the kitchen.
Granted, I did have help. As we were finally ready to leave this morning, my daughter decided it was imperative to have her Barbie along and went back to get her. I took the rest of the kids out to the car, making a mental note (obviously in invisible ink) to go back and close it once everyone was in their carseats. She came quickly out with the required Barbie and we got everyone buckled in.
We left, nearly backing over the garbage cans at the end of the driveway that must partially block the driveway because of the ginormous snow piles there.
Now we have two beagles, one could find his way home from Florida and one couldn't find our house from the end of the driveway. They are loved, but won't be replaced when they journey to the happy hunting grounds. So it was with some disappointment that both dogs had not escaped and were barking just as loudly as always when we arrived home.
Surprisingly, despite the ten degree temperatures outside, the house wasn't even that cold.
Granted, I did have help. As we were finally ready to leave this morning, my daughter decided it was imperative to have her Barbie along and went back to get her. I took the rest of the kids out to the car, making a mental note (obviously in invisible ink) to go back and close it once everyone was in their carseats. She came quickly out with the required Barbie and we got everyone buckled in.
We left, nearly backing over the garbage cans at the end of the driveway that must partially block the driveway because of the ginormous snow piles there.
Now we have two beagles, one could find his way home from Florida and one couldn't find our house from the end of the driveway. They are loved, but won't be replaced when they journey to the happy hunting grounds. So it was with some disappointment that both dogs had not escaped and were barking just as loudly as always when we arrived home.
Surprisingly, despite the ten degree temperatures outside, the house wasn't even that cold.
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