Carnation Milk, Chit Chats and Cracked Glass...
What to say... Maybe this is not the best time to sit down and write a blog entry. I'm tired, just ate and am avoiding the new little clean up job that was forced upon me at about 6:30 pm tonight as I prepared my supper... Let's see if I can tell you about the good stuff before this mess...
Monday was a PED Day, and since nothing was planned for the day we were able to work on whatever we wanted to. I spent most of my day helping April out in her class, and helping Jean with a little job, helping Philip the new Secondary teacher setting up his homeroom's report cards, and then finally doing a bit of marking in my own class. It was a VERY productive day and I feel like I helped make a lot of good things happen. The day however went so FREAKIN' fast that I wish we could have another one soon.
Tuesday afterschool, walked April home and stopped in for a while for a tea with carnation milk. I have to say that I forgot how awesome tea tastes with it. My nanny used to use only canned milk with her tea so we would use it too whenever we were visiting, I especially think of the huge old house with the large verandah and droppy willow canopy over the street in Bay Roberts where my nanny and poppy lived when I was around 5. Funny how a can of milk can cause one to think of all of those things, but it does. The tea and chit chat we had for an hour or so before Trevor arrived home was nice. Once I got home I ate a late supper and watched episode 4 of LOST (season 2). It is SUCH an awesome show. If anyone is reading this and wodering what to get me for Christmas, it would definately be Season 1 of that show! (hint hint Mom!!) I am already getting people psyched up to do a marathon viewing to get all caught up...
Wednesday. Good day overall- it was my easy day as far as my students go. I only teach 4 out of 7 periods. After school, I did a bunch more marking and around 5, two of the cops and a nurse showed up eager to play badminton so I jumped in for a few games and it was a good time. Amele (sp?) the nurse is very energetic and has a great sense of humour so it made it more fun. I like to be able to joke and egg my opponents on a lot, so I don't really enojy if people are too serious...
THEN I got home and started to heat up my supper. I had cooked beef medallions Tuesday night and waited to make gravy tonight. I guess I should do more research on cookware, but I thought, well, I should be able to put the Pyrex dish on the element and heat the gravy enough to thicken it. In my mind, this seemed like a flawless plan and in a few minutes I had perfectly glossy thick gravy. It was getting pretty hot so I moved the dish off the heat, and zapped the leftovers. SUDDENLY *BANG*. It sounded like a gunshot and I yelped a little bit, turning around to see my pyrex dish in a million zillion billion pieces all over the stove, floor and adjacent counter. The gravy was oozing into the elements and down over the front of the stove and was splattered all over my pants. Shards of glass were everywhere, embedded into my clothing, in the cracks between the stove and counter, between tiles on the floor and all over the little rugs... AND all I could think was, "so much for a relaxing evening of marking and watching LOST..." And my mind starting craving the soothing of a warm tea with carnation milk....
Monday was a PED Day, and since nothing was planned for the day we were able to work on whatever we wanted to. I spent most of my day helping April out in her class, and helping Jean with a little job, helping Philip the new Secondary teacher setting up his homeroom's report cards, and then finally doing a bit of marking in my own class. It was a VERY productive day and I feel like I helped make a lot of good things happen. The day however went so FREAKIN' fast that I wish we could have another one soon.
Tuesday afterschool, walked April home and stopped in for a while for a tea with carnation milk. I have to say that I forgot how awesome tea tastes with it. My nanny used to use only canned milk with her tea so we would use it too whenever we were visiting, I especially think of the huge old house with the large verandah and droppy willow canopy over the street in Bay Roberts where my nanny and poppy lived when I was around 5. Funny how a can of milk can cause one to think of all of those things, but it does. The tea and chit chat we had for an hour or so before Trevor arrived home was nice. Once I got home I ate a late supper and watched episode 4 of LOST (season 2). It is SUCH an awesome show. If anyone is reading this and wodering what to get me for Christmas, it would definately be Season 1 of that show! (hint hint Mom!!) I am already getting people psyched up to do a marathon viewing to get all caught up...
Wednesday. Good day overall- it was my easy day as far as my students go. I only teach 4 out of 7 periods. After school, I did a bunch more marking and around 5, two of the cops and a nurse showed up eager to play badminton so I jumped in for a few games and it was a good time. Amele (sp?) the nurse is very energetic and has a great sense of humour so it made it more fun. I like to be able to joke and egg my opponents on a lot, so I don't really enojy if people are too serious...
THEN I got home and started to heat up my supper. I had cooked beef medallions Tuesday night and waited to make gravy tonight. I guess I should do more research on cookware, but I thought, well, I should be able to put the Pyrex dish on the element and heat the gravy enough to thicken it. In my mind, this seemed like a flawless plan and in a few minutes I had perfectly glossy thick gravy. It was getting pretty hot so I moved the dish off the heat, and zapped the leftovers. SUDDENLY *BANG*. It sounded like a gunshot and I yelped a little bit, turning around to see my pyrex dish in a million zillion billion pieces all over the stove, floor and adjacent counter. The gravy was oozing into the elements and down over the front of the stove and was splattered all over my pants. Shards of glass were everywhere, embedded into my clothing, in the cracks between the stove and counter, between tiles on the floor and all over the little rugs... AND all I could think was, "so much for a relaxing evening of marking and watching LOST..." And my mind starting craving the soothing of a warm tea with carnation milk....
posted by Gillian at
7:12:00 PM
3 Comments:
Well sweetie, despite all the talk in the past - it is now confirmed - you take after me!!! I was cooking the other week and placed one of my glass dishes on the stove only to have it explode (oops guess the element was still on). So that proves it!!!
Glad to read the flow of memories connected with the can of milk. It is definitely a Newf thing and I am sure more memories are conjured up over food than anything else.
It is part of the growing up stages of life...mid-life crisis?? I am still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life...part of the excitement of the journey...
Love you...have a super day
hugs...
You see...the joy of living. You learn something new every day! Hahahahaha..sorry..I know that wasn't nice...but we've all been through it.
Pyrex does do well in a Microwave though. I'm shuddering at the mess you had to clean up though, since I've been cleaning and cleaning forever it seems.
Take care....talk to you later.
Marsh
Painful thing to go through... mostly the pain of wasting a perfectly good evening washing cakey gravy out of the element spirals... YUCK!
Now I know I guess...
At least I inherited a whole bunch of those dishes from an old teacher for I till have 4 more Pyrex dishes to make a mess with...
G.
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