Monday, April 11, 2005
Weapons of kitchen destruction
For many years going away from home for even a few hours was an impossible thought but things have been changing slowly. When it is necessary to take up a chance to break free for a day or two for work, it also gives an opportunity to relax and enjoy a little. It is worrying to leave the sickie and the dog behind on their own but I have learnt to become a bit selfish (with a guilty feeling though).
So I ran around trying arrange a substitute at work No. 2 and additional help at my own office so that I can take an afternoon train. Everyone was given their duties and instructions. Food was cooked for 3 days although I was only going for a day and a half. All labeled and the instruction on how to operate the microwave was written.Only thing I left out was a map to find the kitchen! All the phone numbers were listed in each room. My schedule was on time. Taxi was to arrive at 2 pm.
As the lounge and the bedrooms are upstairs and the kitchen downstairs I thought I will boil some eggs to keep upstairs in case the sickie didn't feel hungry enough to go downstairs. I put the eggs to boil in one of those Corning/Pyrex glass pan and went upstairs to check the emails. The phone rang, the staff had some questions, the dog wanted a fuss after seeing my overnight case and it went on and on.... All of a sudden we heard a loud bang. I ran downstairs thinking someone had broken the window or broken in the office.
All from the office were running around trying to trace the sound. As I went in the kitchen, I remembered the eggs. Well, the water in the pan had evoparated and the eggs had exploded! The pan was empty and burned black. There was no sign of the eggs anywhere ....No that's not correct...there were bits of eggs everywhere. About 18 feet long kitchen was completely covered by the morsels of the eggs.
Oh God how am I going to clean this kitchen?....Not to worry, help was at hand.The four legged vacuum cleaner rushed around to suck all that food off the floor! Normally the dog is not allowed the dairy products (delicate tummmy) so she thought it was her birthday trying to scoff off as much as she could before she got lifted by the collar and shouted at. I had never seen a dog's tongue working as fast before. As the dog was shoved into the office her protest to this injustice was obviously ignored. Not only the floor but the ceiling had specks of eggs. Perhaps I should have lifted the dog to lick the ceiling off. On top of the fridge, top of the microwave, inside the kettle - you name it and the eggs had got it covered.
The rest is a history. My calm exterior and perfect timing went out long before I did. I was still cleaning up when the taxi arrived.
Who needs chemical warfare when eggs are around...Especially when I am cooking!
To top it all when I returned late night the next day no food was eaten. The sickie said "I don't feel like eating when you are not here". Oh well, not eating for a day or two hasn't done anyone any harm. The dog didn't say exactly the same. She was crafty enough to eat the tasty meat that gets mixed with the biscuit's but leaving the boring biscuits - she is not daft.
So I ran around trying arrange a substitute at work No. 2 and additional help at my own office so that I can take an afternoon train. Everyone was given their duties and instructions. Food was cooked for 3 days although I was only going for a day and a half. All labeled and the instruction on how to operate the microwave was written.Only thing I left out was a map to find the kitchen! All the phone numbers were listed in each room. My schedule was on time. Taxi was to arrive at 2 pm.
As the lounge and the bedrooms are upstairs and the kitchen downstairs I thought I will boil some eggs to keep upstairs in case the sickie didn't feel hungry enough to go downstairs. I put the eggs to boil in one of those Corning/Pyrex glass pan and went upstairs to check the emails. The phone rang, the staff had some questions, the dog wanted a fuss after seeing my overnight case and it went on and on.... All of a sudden we heard a loud bang. I ran downstairs thinking someone had broken the window or broken in the office.
All from the office were running around trying to trace the sound. As I went in the kitchen, I remembered the eggs. Well, the water in the pan had evoparated and the eggs had exploded! The pan was empty and burned black. There was no sign of the eggs anywhere ....No that's not correct...there were bits of eggs everywhere. About 18 feet long kitchen was completely covered by the morsels of the eggs.
Oh God how am I going to clean this kitchen?....Not to worry, help was at hand.The four legged vacuum cleaner rushed around to suck all that food off the floor! Normally the dog is not allowed the dairy products (delicate tummmy) so she thought it was her birthday trying to scoff off as much as she could before she got lifted by the collar and shouted at. I had never seen a dog's tongue working as fast before. As the dog was shoved into the office her protest to this injustice was obviously ignored. Not only the floor but the ceiling had specks of eggs. Perhaps I should have lifted the dog to lick the ceiling off. On top of the fridge, top of the microwave, inside the kettle - you name it and the eggs had got it covered.
The rest is a history. My calm exterior and perfect timing went out long before I did. I was still cleaning up when the taxi arrived.
Who needs chemical warfare when eggs are around...Especially when I am cooking!
To top it all when I returned late night the next day no food was eaten. The sickie said "I don't feel like eating when you are not here". Oh well, not eating for a day or two hasn't done anyone any harm. The dog didn't say exactly the same. She was crafty enough to eat the tasty meat that gets mixed with the biscuit's but leaving the boring biscuits - she is not daft.
# posted by butterflyuk : 4/11/2005 11:07:00 pm
