I got a new frying pan. Well, my mother did, but then, I tend to forget to buy these things because I do so many others, and my first frying pan still works, even if it tends to trigger the smoke detectors if you're not watching close enough. But, yes, I got a new frying pan, and the first thing I fried there are two slices of luncheon meat.
The weird thing is those two slices tend to curl when I flip it. It can't be the meat, because it's the same thing I've been buying before. Is it in how I store it in the fridge? I don't think that's changed much, either. It must be the frying pan. But why does it do that? And while we're at it, why do both of my frying pans put all of my oil on the sides? I'm not shallow frying - I don't want my pans swimming in oil unless I really have to - but it makes me think that my flat isn't really that flat, that it tilts to one side, and that an earthquake will kill me, along with hundreds of thousands more.
But then, it's time to fry the egg. I'm happy about the new frying pan because I can practice my egg cooking again. Before I moved to the flat I did these things pretty well, with this heavy egg pan (you know, smaller radius... right?) that allows me to do fancy omelettes and perfect sunny side up eggs. Now, though, wth that old frying pan, it will stick, and my yolk will break. Maybe it's because it's a regular frying pan. Maybe it's because it's terrible with regulating heat. Maybe it's because I'm using an induction cooker, something I don't really have a choice about because I live in a flat and those are the rules. But then, I learned that you keep the stove at 140 so that your eggs turn out perfect. I asked the omelette chef at the hotel breakfast buffet last week. I trust her.
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I was going to write about something until I realized that I had already written about it before: our phones, filled with contact details, most likely long outdated, of the people we have met before, and have had a reason to keep in touch with then, but don't now.
At least I remembered. I wouldn't have been able to sleep at night knowing I have written about the same thing twice... although I have done that many times before, so me not being able to sleep at night is for nothing, really.
But then, I realized that I wrote that entry last year, in February. It was a different reality then. Now, of course...
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Hey, so:
I'm not sure if I should be doing this, but is it okay if I just tell you, like, these little stories? These stupid little things, these things that have nothing to do with anything.
Like the time I found confetti on the front pocket of my coat jacket. They were from this event I took part in. I was asked to get up in front and take part in the formal opening. As we raised our glasses of wine to say cheers, two... confetti guns? Yeah, two confetti guns went off, and we were all trying to cover our glasses so that none of it went into the wine. And then I'd learn that not everybody would drink the wine - the highest-ranking government official who stood in front of me didn't - and I felt guilty about drinking mine and thinking it was good wine.
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