Moving Week

Sweeeeet. I found my computer!

Finally, I can blog again!

Okay, I made that up. But it sounded good, didn’t it?

So, here’s what I’ve been up to while I’ve been away from Crave and Create:

On Monday, I said my final goodbye to the old place.

And hello to the new.

I can’t believe the boxes all fit inside!

After four trips with the moving truck, I treated my helpers to pizza at Dewey’s and ice cream at Graeter’s ice cream. Thanks Mom, Dad, and Kit!

Settling into this little apartment has been sort of like solving a Rubik’s cube, which I’ve never actually tried to do, probably because I’m afraid of what it might say about me if I couldn’t actually solve the Rubik’s cube.

But that’s another story. 

On Tuesday, I came home after work, ate some leftover pizza, and face-planted into my naked mattress and plastic-covered pillows. Four hours later, I woke up and killed an entire bottle of Lysol Mold & Mildew, three-quarters of a bottle of Soft Scrub, and three hours scrubbing every surface in my bathroom.

Then, I took a shower.

Priorities, people.

On Wednesday, I overslept.

On Thursday, I unpacked my cookbooks.

On Friday, I organized my kitchen.

Given my recent career change, I felt that two entire shelves in my pantry should be dedicated solely to baking ingredients.

Since my pantry and cupboard space is so limited, I artfully arranged all of my pots and pans and bakeware onto two chrome shelves that I tried to sell on Craigslist before I moved, but couldn’t. Doing this made me so happy that afterward, I just sat and stared at it for awhile.

I also couldn’t help giggling about how dinky and doll-like my Kitchen Aid mixer seems compared to the huge Hobart at work.

Speaking of work, on Saturday I baked off twelve cheesecakes, made batter and baked off 96 cornbread muffins, made a test batch of panna cotta that turned out beautifully, baked off 108 cookies, beautifully caramelized five apples, and made dough, rolled, and baked off 105 Parker House rolls and nine burger buns,

And a partridge in a pear tree.

By Sunday, all of the moving boxes, save one, were gone. To celebrate this grand feat, I bought a candy thermometer for my next big cooking experiment.

By Monday, I collected Max from the kittycat spa and brought her home. She was trying to jump out of the window within minutes.

Speaking of Max, I’m currently debating whether or not putting the hand vac next to the litter box is a really genius idea, or if it will just make Max afraid of the litter box.

Anyway, on Monday afternoon, someone emailed me about buying my shelves, and within an hour, my kitchen was all over the floor again.

Actual conversation between me and the guy who bought my shelves:

Him: “Ooooh, were you a baker before you moved here?”

Me: “Nope, I moved here because I’m a baker!”

Him: “Oh.” (Puzzled expression.)

Me: “So, what do you do?”

Him: “I make generic pharmaceuticals.”

Me: “Oh.” (Awkward silence, during which I ponder bottles and jars of unidentifiable and possibly illicit pills and powders lined up on my shelves.)

Him: “My wife said I have too much stuff at home and that I have to buy shelves to organize it all.”

Me: “Oh.” (Relieved.) “Well, you should take this shoe rack, too!”

Him: “Well, I don’t have any more money with me.”

Me: “Oh, no, I’ll throw it in for free. Please, just take it!”

Him: “Um…well, okay.”

Looks like that cooking experiment may have to wait until I can make a trip to IKEA.

By the way, does anyone need a twelve-cup Krups coffee maker?

It’s sexy, it’s clean, and it works like a charm.

It’s also roughly one-quarter of the size of my kitchen countertop.

Therefore, it must go.

Anyone?

Anyone?

Tonight, a group of my former coworkers are coming in to Local 127 for dinner. I can’t wait to see them! I hope Chef will let me run some food out to them and say hi!

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