(Side note, normally I am the one to create alternate pronunciations for things, but Matt calls basmati rice "bas-MATT-i rice" and it cracks me up.
Anyway, the full cup measuring cup was dirty, so I had to use the half cup, and therefore, conduct some math calculations. I thought I'd done it correctly but when we Matt took his first bite of rice, his facial expression spoke a thousand words.
I asked him what was wrong, and listen, that is RISKY TERRITORY, because I'm of the belief that if you have a problem with the meal, you can go right on ahead and become the chef. Matt thought for a minute and then said, "Nothing's wrong. It's just that my rice is a little bit...crunchy."
Naturally, I was annoyed, until I thought back and realized that I'd only filled the measuring cup twice. I always fill it twice for rice but that's because I'm usually using the full cup measure. So instead of cooking the rice in two cups of water I cooked it in one, and therefore was half raw.
I took a bite and it was totally disgusting, like a mixture of clay and sand.
Look for me on for on the next season of Iron Chef.
On Friday it was a trillion degrees so we decided that we'd ditch the original dinner plan and I'd stop at Fresh Market after work for watermelon and potato salad and some burgers for Matt to grill. Part of the road to Fresh Market is a small bridge, which is being repaired, so the four lanes are down to only two. Friday was the first day of the road closure and traffic was a nightmare. I texted Matt about the unfortunate turn of events and joked that I had to ditch the car in the Ashley Furniture parking lot and walked to Fresh market for the burgers.
Later on, when we sat down to eat, Matt said, "I can't believe you walked to get these."
Apparently my sarcasm did not translate through text.
The rest of the weekend was a success. We had a meeting with Lowe's about the future of our kitchen, which I can assure you is brighter and more modern than the current state.
Matt put in recessed lighting a few weeks ago and now that it's actually bright in there I can see how truly bad it is. Also, the designer at Lowe's, Victor, kept saying things like "You know how your grandmother had _____ in her kitchen," or "You know how you see pictures of kitchens from the seventies and you see _____."
Oh yes, Victor, we know. Our kitchen could be in the Smithsonian Museum of American History in an exhibit called HELLO, NINETEEN SEVENTY.
There's nowhere to go but up, right?
We also got some goodies from our garden.
And Matt caught the raccoon that's been terrorizing gardens near and far. The neighbors heard the good news and on Sunday one of them brought over this coonskin cap and dubbed Matt "the raccoon master of the neighborhood."
We're going to hang it up in the new kitchen.
Victor would never allow that.