I did decide to make supper last night though to celebrate it, nothing super fancy - Italian Tuscana Soup and popovers. She'd never had popovers, which for those of you not in the know, they are kind of a pasty thingy that sort of look like a muffin, but are a bread that rises with steam and are hollowish inside. The trick with them is that if you overmix, don't use the right kind of milk or open the oven at all, they turn into burnt biscuts. To add a degree of difficulty, the oven, like the apt. itself, has two temperature settings. "Off" and "surface of the sun hot". That they turned out as good as they did was a miracle in itself, but when you're a master chef like me, it's not difficult.
I figured I could be as messy as I wanted too, cuz Katie doesn't get home until around 7:30. First I busted the myth that you can't take an egg in your hand and squeeze it until it breaks. They break and they splatter a lot.
Then I did my LeBron James imiation with the flour.
Finally, I went to the garage, got the fan, piled some flour on the counter by the doorway and prepared to give Katie a Miami Hurricane tunnel football entrance.
In the end, I decided against giving her the spectacular welcome.
Oh yeah, the soup I made calls for Kale. It's fun to watch the checkout girls at the store look at it and make it the last thing they scan. Then finally ask, "what's this?" Someday I'm going to go to the store, buy nothing but Kale, endive, kohlrabi and every other odd vegatable I can find, throw it on the checkout counter and see what happens.
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