I Will Become a Domestic Goddess Darn It!

I could probably turn this entire blog into the failed cooking attempts of Shellie. It has happens often. The Internet makes things look easy, just chop, mix and cook your way into bliss. Well I call BS! I even tried recipes from fellow bloggers. You know they saw the recipe, were skeptical, but tried it and now it is their family's favourite meal! Lies! I say lies.

In my attempt to become the smaller better version of Shellie that I can be I made a few new kitchen appliance purchases that every domestic goddess should have: 1) Kitchen Aid stand mixer and 2) Slow Cooker (this was actually a gift but I would have bought it if I didn't have an awesome friend buy it for me). The stand mixer has already produced magical and delicious cinnamon buns with cream cheese icing, cookies and a few squares. Most of which I pawn off on co-workers so I can accomplish the smaller version of me by making everyone around me bigger. Insert evil laugh here.

The first slow cooker attempt was a cream of potato soup. It was a touch thick but all in all was very tasty and fed me for just about 2 weeks. Second attempt was chicken and rice soup. This one came from a blogger I found through Pinterest. Add it to my Pinterest fails. When I started filling the pot with chicken and stock I panicked and added more stock than panicked again while adding the rice and added more. I really need to stop panicking! I was surprised after 4 hours of cooking that it looked very tasty and tasted slightly starchy but not terrible.

Shellie Moment: I froze the soup until the potato soup was completed. Now I only tested the new soup before packing and freezing but figured it would taste the same later. I thawed some out for lunch today and was scooping it into my bowl. Not pouring like I imagine a normal soup would do. Scooping. I figured it would loosen up like the potato soup did when reheated. No such like. The soup is nasty flavourless mush! It looks and feels like over cooked oatmeal. I need some serious domestic goddess lessons.

This is what it looked like reheated

Can you see the immense look of enjoyment in my eyes?

Automatic Doors are Sketchy

The convenience of an automatic sliding door is unparalleled. I have days when I go into my apartment building carrying loads of groceries, my laundry tub (yes a tub not a basket), or a plethora of other assorted items and have to shuffle things around or do the tricky manoeuvres of balancing what I can on the wall while I get my keys and unlock the door and repeat when I reach my apartment. The repeat is usually where things finally fall because you have tested the limits of your balancing act for so long now through a door and up 3 flights of stairs. I digress, automatic doors are awesome but yes sketchy.

Dane Cook, an awesome comedian if I do say so, has a sketch about a run in he supposedly had at a Walgreen's and when he approaches the sliding doors he always feels like a jedi. Insert small moment of Star Wars music, something along the lines of bum bum bum bud da duh. I have inserted the skit below from YouTube, apparently it is just the sound. I recommend listening to the entire sketch because Dane Cook is, as previously stated, awesome. Although if you want the sliding door bit to understand what I am talking about just skip to 8:30.

Thanks to Mr. Cook every time I encounter a sliding door I now sing that small bit of Star Wars music. I then instantly freeze in panic thinking that the door is not going to open. Just for a split second, the delay kills me every single time. I wish I could have someone tape me just to see what it actually looks like when I approach these doors. All is fine, all is dandy, getting closer, getting closer, uh-oh it is not opening, uh-oh, oh good it opened just in the nick of time!

I know you are waiting for the Shellie Moment here and have been imaging reading the moment when I actually walk into the sliding door but so far I am lucky enough to not encountered that. I just wanted to share my feelings towards sliding doors and their level of sketchiness that I encounter frequently.