And the winner is: The Quick and the Dedd. I will be
blogging about planning and writing this story now through the end of November
at “Write Away” (www.samwriteaway.blogspot.com)
Now that we have that little story thing out the way, I want
to invite you to take another poll. Remember how last February I did the Month
of Soups, with a different soup recipe each day? I want this to be an annual
affair, but what shall I do 28 recipes on? Take the poll at the bottom and vote
for mini-desserts, chicken, or potato recipes. That’s different enough to get
you thinking!
Today, however, let’s get to one of my current kitchen
irritations.
I don’t get irritated often in the kitchen. It is my happy
place. It’s where I go to get un-irritated.
So, I’m ticked.
We have an
electric can opener, a One-Touch, that I can store away in a drawer when not in
use. I have never been a fan of the stand electric can opener. I hate giving it
prime real estate. Be that as it may--I have used my One-Touch for years,
occasionally replacing batteries when it gets sluggish, but all in all, we’ve
had a very satisfying relationship.
Until now.
Have I mentioned that our chunkymonkey Maudie is on the
green bean diet? Half her meals are kibble (weight control) and the other half
of the food in the dish is green beans. (She prefers unsalted, French-style,
but, honestly? She’ll eat anything. She’s a lab after all.)
So, a while back, the can opener stopped and wouldn’t finish
cutting the lid off. No prob. We replaced the batteries. (When I say “we”, that
means “DH”.) Didn’t work. Uh-oh.
Pull everything out of drawers. Has to be a manual can
opener in here, right? Every kitchen has at least one. Well, I did have one, but
could we figure out how to open cans with it? Not without great difficulty and
irregular success.
Did I mention that Maudie likes her meals? The sound of that
electric can opener has signaled “FOOD COMING!” ever since we got her last
January.
So here sits the dog, drooling, as we try to figure out how
the daggone manual opener works, and we finally did. (Uh, remember what “we”
means.)
So, Dh says we have to buy a new electric one, and we did.
But we put the batteries in wrong, but when it finally worked, the darn thing
didn’t! It stopped part way around, so maybe when I yanked the stuck lid out of
it’s little mouth, maybe I did something to its inner workings--or maybe it
just hates me.
Where we stand is, it sometimes works perfectly. And then it
doesn’t, and it sees me approaching with pliers and it releases the can top.
But is this frustrating or what???
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