The New Bride’s Cookbook Diary

MONDAY:  It’s fun to cook for Bob.  Today I made angel food cake.  The recipe said beat 12 eggs separately.  The neighbors were nice enough to loan me some extra bowls.

TUESDAY:  Bob wanted fruit salad for supper.  The recipe said serve without dressing, so I didn’t dress.  What a surprise when Bob brought a friend home for supper!

WEDNESDAY:  A good day for rice.  The recipe said wash thoroughly before steaming the rice.  It seemed kind of silly, but I took a bath.  I can’t say it improved the rice any.

THURSDAY:  Today Bob asked for salad again.  I tried a new recipe.  It said prepare ingredients, then toss on a bed of lettuce one hour before serving, which is what led up to Bob asking me why I was rolling around in the garden.

FRIDAY:  I found an easy recipe for cookies.  It said put all ingredients in bowl and beat it.  There must have been something wrong with this recipe – when I got back, everything was the same as when I left!

SATURDAY:  Bob did the shopping today and brought home a chicken.  He asked me to dress it for Sunday (oh, boy).  For some reason, Bob keeps counting to ten…

SUNDAY:  Bob’s folks came to dinner.  I wanted to serve roast.  All I could find was hamburger.  Suddenly I had a flash of genius.  I put the hamburger in the oven and set the controls for roast.  It still came out hamburger, much to my disappointment.

Good night, dear diary.  This has been a very exciting week.  I am eager for tomorrow to come so I can try out a new recipe on Bob.  If we could just get a bigger oven, I would like to surprise him with chocolate moose.

The preceding story accompanied one of our wedding gifts, something called Get Me Out of the Kitchen! Cookbook.  I was laughing so hard as I read it that it was almost impossible to understand me, much like when I read the story about the new priest that I got from a friend many years back.  Taped to the inside cover of the cookbook was another gem, a recipe for a happy marriage:

Take two happy people and separate them from their parents.  Add the following ingredients in genereous proportions:

Love
Acceptance
Respect
Communication
Patience
Kindness
Gentleness
Self-control
Commitment
Faith
Hope
Truth

Mix together, then thoroughly sift in daily life.  Strain out jealousy, arrogance, selfishness, provocation, and accounting of wrongs.  Bake in the trials and tribulations of life for 50 years, then celebrate when golden.

I thought that one was pretty nice, too.  The cookbook looks like it has some pretty neat recipes in it.  This means I’ll have to try it out one of these days!

So tonight I’m going to a concert in Marshalltown with my friend Beth.  I forget who’s playing, but I bet we’ll have fun.  Assuming, of course, we can find the place where the concert is.  I have a pretty good idea where it’s at, though, and confirmed my suspicions with a friend, so it should be no problem getting there.  It’ll be nice to have a night out, especially now that I’m feeling a bit better!

I’ve felt like crap pretty much all week and it’s comforting to know that I’m not alone because lots of people have felt rotten all week.  You know what they say – misery loves company.

It’s a comfort to know
When you’re singing the hit the road blues
That anywhere you could possibly go
After New York would be a pleasure cruise

I think that’s all I have for right now.  The sun has finally come out of hiding – yay! – and hopefully now our basement will dry out.  We got some water in it after all the rain we’ve had this week, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be.  When we looked at this house over the summer, the basement was so wet that there were huge puddles all over it.  They put some dirt around the foundation to keep it a little dryer before we moved in, and it’s really helped.  Now if only we could get some more in to level out the rest of the yard, our water-in-the-basement problem might actually disappear.  The problem is that our yard sits lower than everything around it – the driveway angles toward the house, the alley that runs behind our house drains into our yard, the house next door sits higher than ours and drains into our yard…It’s like living in a lake.  Hopefully we’ll be able to get some more dirt down before winter comes because otherwise when spring rolls around and all that snow starts melting, we really will be living in a lake.  I guess it wouldn’t be so bad, but we have a lot of stuff stored down in the basement, including our washer and dryer.  *sigh*  I miss our house being all done!

Speaking of laundry, I suppose I should go get some done.  Then there are the dishes.  At least there aren’t as many as last weekend…

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