Boy I felt global warming today, but then I remembered yesterday was the Big Guy's birthday, and that many candles.....
I made noodles this morning! I asked siblings who was bringing noodles (Saint Karen always makes them), but she decided she'd prefer to make 3-4 desserts instead. Katie cringed. The last time I made them I cleaned up afterwards, then she walked in the door.
"You made noodles". Puzzled, I asked "How'd ya know".
"There's flour fingerprints on the mixer, microwave door, fridge handle, and the stem of your glasses. Zeus is licking your jeans, and Hades has a flour nose".
I guess I didn't clean as thoroughly as I planned. I explained I tried to get the flour off of Hades' nose, but no luck. "The hair dryer wasn't strong enough. I tried the leaf blower, but, ummm, it scared him and he had an accident in the screen room". 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐤! 🙄 Her eyeroll scared Hades, who had another accident in the screen room. She sighed, wet some paper towels, then gently washed Hades' face. Zeus followed behind her, trying to lick what she missed, only Hades ran. It was chaotic. But everyone liked the noodles.
So this time, Katie was in charge. First thing? She tied my apron on! Had I worn black she'd have made me change. The she decided to quiz me. "Get out the silver mixing bowl". I panicked: did she mean the one under the kitchenaid mixer? Probbaly not. I walked to a cabinet, opened it, and grabbed a large silver bowl. She beamed "After 22 years you remembered where we store it". "I guessed".
Katie got out her family recipe book. There's a recipe for making noodles? She asked what I did. "Mix some eggs, a sploosh of milk, then mix in flour until it's kinda sorta doughy. But no chocolate chips. 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐤! 🙄 her eyeroll cracked one of the eggs. She smiled, and showed me the recipe. Hers calls for half an egg shell of milk per egg "Is that before or after you empty the egg stuff"? 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐤! 🙄 "after". Her recipe had amounts in it, who knew?
Two scoops of flour, a t of salt (ton? no, a teaspoon). I got to mixing, then Katie grabbed food coloring. I mix by hand (literally), so afterwards I looked like I had contracted malaria. But I made four flour balls, rolling them in my hands until they were smooth. 𝐁𝐚𝐦! 😮 I slammed one onto the table, then began pinching it. "Why do you pinch it", "so I can roll it". She smiled, nodding her head. She had placed wax paper down, with flour sprinkled on it. I began to roll them, dust with flour, roll them, dust with flour. "Aren't you rolling those thin" "Yup!". She was afraid to ask but did "How thin do you plan to roll them? If I can slide a newspaper under them and read the headlines, I've got them pretty good". I expected (and probably deserved) an eyeroll, but she just smiled, nodding her head.
An hour and a half later, I'm done rolling. I carry them to the office (the dogs are sneaky, and I don't trust them), where I'll turn them a few times. Katie told me she'd flash freeze them. "I thought flash freezing was when ya go topless in the snow". 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐤! 🙄 Her eyeroll awoke Zeus, who had been sleeping. "No, it's where you set the cookie sheet of noodles in the freezer. "Oh".
But she is happy: The dog's nose isn't covered in flour, I washed the table and the mixing bowl. Although my apron is flour covered, and my glasses have two white spots on them, no mishaps. And we have noodles! 😁
Boy I felt global warming today, but then I remembered yesterday was the Big Guy's birthday, and that many candles.....
I made noodles this morning! I asked siblings who was bringing noodles (Saint Karen always makes them), but she decided she'd prefer to make 3-4 desserts instead. Katie cringed. The last time I made them I cleaned up afterwards, then she walked in the door.
"You made noodles". Puzzled, I asked "How'd ya know".
"There's flour fingerprints on the mixer, microwave door, fridge handle, and the stem of your glasses. Zeus is licking your jeans, and Hades has a flour nose".
I guess I didn't clean as thoroughly as I planned. I explained I tried to get the flour off of Hades' nose, but no luck. "The hair dryer wasn't strong enough. I tried the leaf blower, but, ummm, it scared him and he had an accident in the screen room". 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐤! 🙄 Her eyeroll scared Hades, who had another accident in the screen room. She sighed, wet some paper towels, then gently washed Hades' face. Zeus followed behind her, trying to lick what she missed, only Hades ran. It was chaotic. But everyone liked the noodles.
So this time, Katie was in charge. First thing? She tied my apron on! Had I worn black she'd have made me change. The she decided to quiz me. "Get out the silver mixing bowl". I panicked: did she mean the one under the kitchenaid mixer? Probbaly not. I walked to a cabinet, opened it, and grabbed a large silver bowl. She beamed "After 22 years you remembered where we store it". "I guessed".
Katie got out her family recipe book. There's a recipe for making noodles? She asked what I did. "Mix some eggs, a sploosh of milk, then mix in flour until it's kinda sorta doughy. But no chocolate chips. 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐤! 🙄 her eyeroll cracked one of the eggs. She smiled, and showed me the recipe. Hers calls for half an egg shell of milk per egg "Is that before or after you empty the egg stuff"? 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐤! 🙄 "after". Her recipe had amounts in it, who knew?
Two scoops of flour, a t of salt (ton? no, a teaspoon). I got to mixing, then Katie grabbed food coloring. I mix by hand (literally), so afterwards I looked like I had contracted malaria. But I made four flour balls, rolling them in my hands until they were smooth. 𝐁𝐚𝐦! 😮 I slammed one onto the table, then began pinching it. "Why do you pinch it", "so I can roll it". She smiled, nodding her head. She had placed wax paper down, with flour sprinkled on it. I began to roll them, dust with flour, roll them, dust with flour. "Aren't you rolling those thin" "Yup!". She was afraid to ask but did "How thin do you plan to roll them? If I can slide a newspaper under them and read the headlines, I've got them pretty good". I expected (and probably deserved) an eyeroll, but she just smiled, nodding her head.
An hour and a half later, I'm done rolling. I carry them to the office (the dogs are sneaky, and I don't trust them), where I'll turn them a few times. Katie told me she'd flash freeze them. "I thought flash freezing was when ya go topless in the snow". 𝐓𝐡𝐰𝐨𝐜𝐤! 🙄 Her eyeroll awoke Zeus, who had been sleeping. "No, it's where you set the cookie sheet of noodles in the freezer. "Oh".
But she is happy: The dog's nose isn't covered in flour, I washed the table and the mixing bowl. Although my apron is flour covered, and my glasses have two white spots on them, no mishaps. And we have noodles! 😁
Do not eat, but drink the beer! That was great, and glad I could mostly just listen so I could be getting some things done!!