You may have noticed I have not posted in a couple days. This is because my life EXPLODED. Did you feel the ground shaking? That’s what that was. If I wasn’t so lazy I would post a picture of my apartment as evidence. It was hit by the main blast. (Although I did clean the kitchen last night. Woo go me).
Now, I know what you are all thinking. “What on earth happened to make you not blog for two days? After all, you’re the best part of my day!” (or something like that..) Well I will tell you what happened. Baking. Chickens. Illness. Homework.
Let’s start with the homework. I had a lot to do. I could not do it because of the aforementioned illness. I wasn’t sick. My dear boyfriend was. You know how some people are so sweet and cute when they’re sick? They cooperate with you, feel bad about the whole thing and willingly take their aspirin? Yeah, that wasn’t him. Even with a temperature of 101.7, he wouldn’t take any medicine. With a deep cough he refused cough drops. While sweating through my sheets and mattress cover, he was uncooperative and sullen when I tried to use a damp cloth to cool off his neck. It’s all, dude? I’m not kicking your hiney back to your apartment right now and I’m making you whatever food you want. GIVE A LITTLE HERE. But I digress. He’s healthy now, and back to being a big kid. So we’re good.
Next excuse. CHICKENS. Oh lordy I love chickens. You all should know this by now. My aunt Ronda has a ton of chickens. She has all sorts of amazing award winners. Phoenixes, Cochins, Old English, and so on. Well, she recently got news that she had to move. As such, she needs somewhere for her city of chickens to live for a while. Now who on earth does she know that loves chickens and has more acrage than they know what to do with? Oh, that’s right! My parent’s house. =)
Wednesday afternoon, right after work, I hopped in my car and drove the hour to their house. My mom and I got the truck and trailer ready then made the hour and a half drive down to my aunt’s. With the help of my cousin, uncle, and a family friend, we caught the 30-odd chickens and dismantled chicken town. We packed it all up and drove back home. (a dog and a dove were also added to the menagerie. Woo!) Some of the chickens are going to my aunt daphne, but most are settled in around my parent’s house. I didn’t get back into town until 9 that night, and ended up being in a computer lab until 2am (remember that homework?). Needless to say, the past few days have been a tad hectic. I would have taken pictures of the chicken exodus, but after all that work I just could not convince myself to haul my butt back out into the cold. I’m sure you understand. If not, then neener-neener-boo-boo.
Oh yeah! I forgot all about the baking. I mentioned it briefly in a post earlier, but didn’t explain everything. I was cooking because I had a sick-as-a-dog boyfriend and couldn’t go anywhere. (and if I cleaned, he moaned about how he should be helping. Riiiiight.) After those beans and apples, I also made some oatmeal muffins, and a millet wheat bread, and some onion flat bread. Now enter last night. Approximately 4,786 billion pizza commercials played in a row. Okay, it was more like 3, but they went through my head 4,786 billion times. Being a good little financial steward (or trying to be) I decided I’d stick it to the man and make my own pizza. Go me! You know what? It actually turned out really well. I love it! Nick and his roommate were also fans. Sure, I should probably be more modest about it, but I was expecting disaster. This was an awesome surprise. The crust was amazing. You can find the recipe here. I made half peperoni and olive, half cheese and olive. Aren’t you proud of me?
That’s been my story the past couple days. The coming ones will hold preparation for finals. Woopee. (That was sarcasm). What have you been up to?
