$&#* being a PK
i am home. and working harder then i did for finals.
damn it.
today i made pumpkin pies (my least fav. pie to make btw) 3 of them. for my mom's church. cause she said that she would do it before she figured out, woops! i am working all that day. soooo, i was sitting there eating luch. good yes? and then she calls and sais "have you started the pies? i need them at 5" and it is 1:30 and she had not make the crust the night before and it needed to chill for an hour before i could even roll it out. she had said that she would make the crust the night before for me. i dont know how many of you have made pumpkin pies, but at parts it take waaay more than 2 hands. at the point where i had to be: 1 stiring the pumpkin so it did not burn, 2. checking the crusts to make sure that they did not sag, 3. measuring milk and 4. getting 12 eggs and stiring them i started to yell at diane to get her but up there, now!
by this time i had about 1 1/2 hours left and still had to bake them. and then the pot was not big enough and i had to switch pots. PLUS i had to keep the kitchen clean cause i needed all the room i could get.
so i finally got all 3 pies done. and THEN mommy informed me that she had told someone that she would bring 4 pies. which she had failed to tell me. the last i heard was 3. i was ready to pull my hair out at that point. she went with 3 pies.
the whole thing took 4 hours.
gaaaaaaa!!!!!!! XI
and then another frustration of the day can be sumed up with what mommy described as "they dump on me at church, and i come home and dump on you." being a PK to my mother is a bag of duck shit. it should stand for personal kare taker. not preists kid. why am i the mother to my mom?
and it is midnight and diane is still awake, and has burned something in my clean kitchen.
GO TO SLEEP AND LET ME REST!!
fuck.
diane has decided to come downstairs and watch TV. after making 4 ounces of milky chocolate ganach on accident. i can tell you now with great certenty: unsweatend chocolate, milk and powdered sugar do not make milk chocolate. it makes a chocolate surup. i must restrain my murderous tendencys.
deep breaths. 4 ounces of chocolate i must find SOME use for. what the ^%# do i make with milky chocolate ganach?!?!?!?
my relative quiet has been invaded, and i am ready to kill.
sorry for the long talks on pies and PK pitfalls. i will go and lock myseslf in my room right now.
damn it.
today i made pumpkin pies (my least fav. pie to make btw) 3 of them. for my mom's church. cause she said that she would do it before she figured out, woops! i am working all that day. soooo, i was sitting there eating luch. good yes? and then she calls and sais "have you started the pies? i need them at 5" and it is 1:30 and she had not make the crust the night before and it needed to chill for an hour before i could even roll it out. she had said that she would make the crust the night before for me. i dont know how many of you have made pumpkin pies, but at parts it take waaay more than 2 hands. at the point where i had to be: 1 stiring the pumpkin so it did not burn, 2. checking the crusts to make sure that they did not sag, 3. measuring milk and 4. getting 12 eggs and stiring them i started to yell at diane to get her but up there, now!
by this time i had about 1 1/2 hours left and still had to bake them. and then the pot was not big enough and i had to switch pots. PLUS i had to keep the kitchen clean cause i needed all the room i could get.
so i finally got all 3 pies done. and THEN mommy informed me that she had told someone that she would bring 4 pies. which she had failed to tell me. the last i heard was 3. i was ready to pull my hair out at that point. she went with 3 pies.
the whole thing took 4 hours.
gaaaaaaa!!!!!!! XI
and then another frustration of the day can be sumed up with what mommy described as "they dump on me at church, and i come home and dump on you." being a PK to my mother is a bag of duck shit. it should stand for personal kare taker. not preists kid. why am i the mother to my mom?
and it is midnight and diane is still awake, and has burned something in my clean kitchen.
GO TO SLEEP AND LET ME REST!!
fuck.
diane has decided to come downstairs and watch TV. after making 4 ounces of milky chocolate ganach on accident. i can tell you now with great certenty: unsweatend chocolate, milk and powdered sugar do not make milk chocolate. it makes a chocolate surup. i must restrain my murderous tendencys.
deep breaths. 4 ounces of chocolate i must find SOME use for. what the ^%# do i make with milky chocolate ganach?!?!?!?
my relative quiet has been invaded, and i am ready to kill.
sorry for the long talks on pies and PK pitfalls. i will go and lock myseslf in my room right now.