Argh, I burnt myself last night. On a fork. While making toast. This prompts the question, “How?” Well, I don’t have a toaster. Usually I make my toast in a pan on the stove. But I was feeling impatient last night, so I just stuck the bread on a fork and put it over the open gas flame. Then the bread got stuck on the fork, and while I was trying to pull it off, I accidentally touched the tines. Ow, ow, OW. I kept my thumb on an ice pack while falling asleep last night.
Why don’t I have a toaster? Well, I had one, but it decided to stop working during the year I had it in storage. Now I’ve been going back and forth on whether to buy a toaster or a toaster oven. I’m leaning more towards the toaster oven, just because I can do more with it. Unfortunately, it would take up more counter space. I think they’re selling a Black & Decker down at Target on clearance, though. Maybe I’ll stop by tomorrow.
I haven’t really been eating anything interesting, sad to say. Yesterday and today I’ve been consuming a great deal (maybe somewhere close to the daily recommended amount!) of fruits and vegetables. I realized that the only green thing I’d had over the weekend was a piece of lettuce on a Wendy’s Spicy Chicken Sandwich. Well, and basil in the pesto. So I ate a bunch of tangelos and steamed some snow peas. I’ve been snacking on edamame.
Tomorrow is stock day. Stock and cookies. And laundry.