If you can’t get enough of Rachael Ray’s goofy faces, pointless anecdotes, and irritating olive oil abbreviations, then you’re gonna love this special condensed episode of 30 Minute Meals. “Rachael” shows you how to put a unique spin on a tasty classic to make a savory snack that’s sure to be a hit with the kids!
Enjoy!
So, I was watching TV this afternoon (TLC Trading Spaces) when I heard this OOOOOH OOOOOH OOOOOOOOH noise coming from somewhere. I turned down the TV, and it stopped. I turned the volume back up and a few moments later, it started again. OOOOOOOH OOOOOOOOOOOH OOOOOOOH. At first it sounded like it was coming from the ceiling, so I thought maybe the old lady upstairs was getting lucky (eeewww gross.) Then I realized it was coming from outside. I opened my door, looked up and saw two pigeons doing the dirty birdie dance in a little nook below the overhang. I shooed them away with a broom. Hey, if I’m not getting any, no one is!
It’s 8:40PM now, and I’m sitting here in the same clothes as yesterday, coincidentally sipping on a dirty martini (shaken not stirred)…
I feel like such a big boy living all by myself, although I have to admit it’s kinda lonely. There’s something to be said about having your own space though. I find that I’m like 100x cleaner than I was living with roommates. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because I REALLY know no one else is going to clean up my mess. I think I vacuumed the rug 3 times in two years at my last place, but now I do it 2-3 times a week. Same thing goes with cleaning the bathroom. You don’t even want to know what the old bathroom looked like.
I shop a lot more now too. I actually bought furniture from a store! I think I’m addicted to IKEA. Last week I bought a milk frother thingy to make your milk foamy for cappuccino. I don’t have a cappuccino machine, but who cares? Foamy milk is cool!
I definitely buy more groceries now too, because I actually cook for myself! I made the sausage and peppers last night. They came out great. Had the leftovers for lunch today. I made BBQ ribs last week. Thank god for the Food Network.
Since getting my own place, I’ve been doing a lot of “firsts”. For example, for the first time in my life, I hung blinds, put up curtains, put up a wine rack, and installed a magnetic knife holder thingy above the counter. I have to hang everything on the walls because I have only one kitchen drawer and virtually no cabinet space. I can’t wait until winter so I can use my fireplace for the first time. I want to see how fast the fire department responds in my neighborhood.
The grand allure of living alone, of course, is being able to walk around naked. I have to tell you, I never really understood why that is so great, but now I do. Not so much for the naked prancing (although I do my share of prancing), but more for the sheer convenience of it. I don’t have to get dressed before I get dressed to iron my clothes in the morning. Also, if I’m taking a dump, and the phone rings, I can just pull a Peter Cottontail and hop over to the phone. No muss, no fuss! Not only that, I don’t have to sweat up an entire outfit if I want to do one of my Tae-Bo tapes. Tae-Bo in the nude… it’s all the rage!
So all in all, living in the bachelor pad isn’t that bad. The cat seems to like it. Maybe one day one of you lucky ladies will have the honor of spending the night, and can experience all the pleasures of my humble, yet comfy abode. On second thought, maybe it’s best if you just lurk outside my window.
For those of you who are still wondering what a Peter Cottontail is… it’s when you need to leave the bathroom in the middle of a poop, so you ball up a bunch of toilet paper, cram it in your butt, and clench tight to keep it secure (like a tail). Then, you hop like a bunny to your destination and back.
Don’t even try to pretend you’ve never done it.
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