Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Tartar sauce solves all problems

So, my house is satanic.
I'm sure this will not be the first time I tell you that it is out to drive my husbando and I straight to the loony bin.
Around 6pm tonight the husbando and my stepfather were on the floor of our front room closet trying to dismantle the tub in an effort to force it to drain. You know, that thing the tub is supposed to do so that you don't have to stand in 6 inches of water from someone else's shower.

So what did I do?
I cooked of course, that's what I do when things get tense, I cook, or sew, or do something not at all related to fixing the problem, because it makes me feel better.

Best remedy ever? Tartar sauce.
1 part mayo, 1 part sour cream, a squeeze of lemon juice and about a tablespoon of capers.
I chose to have it with fish, my daughter chose to dip her fingers in it and just eat it solo.

Tartar sauce.
Solves all.

Wielding a shovel

I am determined to find my green thumb this year, all of my past gardening experiences have been sad. Super sad.
My flowers wilt and die, my potted plants get droopy and depressed, my vegetables either don't grow at all or rot before I manage to use them.
But not this year, oh no, this year is a whole new gardening Nicole! I am a planter, hear me roar!
This is what I started with:
So essentially I have no where to go but up, up, up!
After hours of tearing up the grass, savagely ripping out weeds, and evicting small gnomes I managed this:

Please remind me to do things to the garden, like water it, and weed it, and occasionally check on the eggplants to see if they're ready for consumption.
I always start this kind of project full of energy, enthusiasm, a quest to take on the world, then it dies, literally.
Turning over a new leaf this year (cue cheesy joke clap)!