Yesterday was great. We got up in the morning when we felt like it, and The Princess had just started stirring. Nice, peaceful morning. Can't ask for more than that!
Hambone came over to pick The Hubbs up - paint shopping! The boys came back from Epco with all of the paint for the walls, wainscoting, trim, chair rail and cabinets. Oh, and the backsplash. It's gonna be fantabulously beautiful. :)
While they were out I decided to bake a pan of banana bread. I mixed everything up, slopped it in the pan and threw it in the oven. We didn't have any walnuts or pecans, so I put raisins in the batter. Ten or so minutes after I put the whole schpiel in the oven, I walked back into the kitchen to get myself a drink. The display on the microwave was flashing *END*...oh crap! I had left the butter in there after softening it.
I quickly removed the pan from the oven -- not quite solidified around the edges yet - and put it on the stove top, plopped the butter in, and promptly got the giggles. You would have too. It was like this big gelatinous mass of quivering goo with butter smears on top. I don't care who ya are...that there's funny.
I figured I'd better mix it in, so I grabbed a whisk from the utensil drawer (also known as the Swirling Vortex of Death) and got to it. If it sucked I could always throw it out.
I threw the pan back into the oven, reset the timer, and went out to the living room to play with The Princess. The timer went off, I checked the bread, it wasn't done. I shut off the timer and planned to check again in a few minutes. About 20-25 minutes later I was still playing with The Princess in the living room and realized I had left the bread in the oven. Shit!
Ran into the kitchen, flung the oven door open and prepared for the worst. Out came the most beautiful pan of banana bread I've ever seen. But would it taste like dirty ape ass?
When the boys came back with the spendy paint, the whole house smelled of banana bread and the pan was cooling on the stove. The Hubbs marched in, cut a piece and took a big bite. He didn't hit the floor in body-wracking convulsions so I figured it was probably safe.
Hambone narfed a huge piece, hardly coming up for air. He was laughing as he wolfed his food, awed by the fact that it was burning his throat but he just couldn't make himself stop eating it.
FYI - if you put the butter in later...like 10 minutes after you start the 9x13 pan...it, like, triples the yum factor. There's this wonderful buttery crust on top of the bread that is just to die for.
After Hambone took off, we decided to go down by Spring Hill Mall for the day. It was rainy and kind of all-around blechy, so doing something outside was out of the question but we wanted to walk.
Lunch at Red Lobster: coconut shrimp and clam chowder for me, and some fab looking shrimp fetuccini alfredo for The Hubbs. The Princess helped us with our food because we hadn't realized there was a childrens' menu right on the table (oops!). She was a good sport about it, though.
From there we headed to the mall via Barnes & Noble, where we found the Ken Burns JAZZ DVD set for cheaper than we've ever seen it. Score! Add to that a trashy novel for me and we were happy kids.
Walking through the mall is always interesting. You see all sorts of people, doing all sorts of odd things. Yesterday was rather mild as far as the people-watching goes. After all, it was Thursday. The crazies usually don't come out in full force until the weekend.
After a couple hours of cruising the mall we decided we'd had enough and it was time to come home. Sometimes you just can't beat snuggling up on the couch under a blankie and reading some terrible romance novel until CSI comes on.
All in all: a good day.
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