Except with more grey hair.
While the laundry churned away in the background I produced two meatloaves - one for dinner tonight, and one for the freezer. Then I made and cooked a whole stack of frikadellen - Scandinavian pork patties - and these were popped in the freezer too. Laundry came out and was hung, more put into the machine. Next, dozens of double chocolate chip cookies were baked.
|The recipe for these cookies can be found here.|
Now, before you get the urge to bludgeon me to death with a blunt instrument, please keep the following in mind to balance out the 'supposed' domestic bliss of above -
- I made myself feel decidedly sick eating as much cookie dough as I could, making this the main part of my lunch.
- My staircase looks like it has grown a layer of fluff it is so dusty.
- There is a spider in my sitting room that is so big it can physically resist being sucked into the hoover.
And most important of all (especially for any of you who may envy me the joys of living in the countryside) -
- I couldn't hang any of my laundry outside despite the perfect weather for drying it because the local farmers have spent the past few days muck spraying in every field within a five mile radius. No matter where they are we seem to be down wind. Not sure about you, but I do not wish for my clean laundry to be smelling like s**t!
Thought that might put things in perspective!