The nice thing about working on a roster instead of Monday to Friday like normal people is that you work a couple of days, you get a day off, and then you work another couple of days and it's the weekend. I knew I had Wednesday off when I went back to work on Monday, it made Monday more bearable. Usually, that comes at the expense of working on Sunday. Which isn't a bad thing either. You get to schlep in to work in shorts and sandals, the top bosses aren't in, the workload is lighter and you get to go home early. Only, my Wednesday off, I've just discovered, is in lieu for working on Vesak Day last month. I'd forgotten about that. So I get a proper weekend this week. Like normal people. Woo hoo! L and I have grand plans for a two-day cook-in.
You see what happens when I go back to work? I stop blogging. So I should stay home all the time, eh? I'd like that. HRH would love it even more.
I did try out the oven on my day off. But I didn't bake anything from scratch. I cheated again, I popped in a loaf of frozen French bread dough. Ignored the instructions other than for temperature, put in a pan of water for a steamy oven, and out came a crusty baguette. It didn't fill the house with the smell of fresh bread though. What I got was the smell of new oven. I hadn't properly looked at the oven controls till now. They're in degrees C. My Betty Crocker cookbook isn't in metric, I'm going to have to convert all the degrees F mentally if I follow the baking recipes. And that is a recipe for disaster. I failed Maths, remember?
On Wednesday, I also got more cookware. This was a real bargain as it's the Great Singapore Sale going on now (but since when was it not sale time in Singapore) -- a stock pot plus pasta drainer and steamer, for half price at $90. So I now have two stock pots but L says he will put them to good use.
I also sat down and totalled all that I've spent on the house -- the reno, furniture, cookware, bits and bobs. It's a frightening figure. I am now done getting cookware. I've got enough and I don't need what I haven't yet got. Nope, don't need cookie cutters. Don't feel the urge to make cookies until Christmas anyway, and I can just as well make them round and cut them with coffee mugs, they don't have to be Christmas-tree shaped. Yup, on an austerity drive now. R is right, the house can be a money pit once you get started. But wouldn't Christmas-tree shaped cookies in December be nice?
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