December 14, 2003

There Are Beans On The Ceiling and Rice In My Hair

Why, you might ask?
Well, I was making beans and rice, and as usual, I got absorbed in the online world, while in the real world the beans and rice were conspiring to stick to the bottom of the pan.
Oh ho, says I. Not today. And I took my all purpose rubber stirry thing and began to unstick the beans and rice before they became a permanent part of the pan, which has happened more times than I can count once or twice before.
Beans and rice are very determined things, and the all purpose rubber stirry thing began to bend... and bend... and BEND....
Until it snapped and beans and rice flew.
And that's why.

I am putting Pizza Hut on speed-dial.... right after I get the beans off the ceiling and the rice out of my hair.

Posted by LeeAnn at December 14, 2003 04:40 PM
Comments

Muwuha ha haha! I'll top you. I made toffee today and I guess was a bit preoccupied with MSNBC or whatever. I got hot candy goo all over my pinky finger and had a water blister the size of a jelly bean form. Isn't domesticity fun?

Posted by: Tiffany at December 14, 2003 05:01 PM

And rings on her fingers and bells on her toes and a bone in her nose, ho ho.

Sorry. Couldn't help it. Aheh.

Posted by: margi at December 14, 2003 05:14 PM

It could be worse, I suppose... I mean, rice in your hair is a pain, but it'll wash out pretty easily. You'll be food-free in no time.

On the other hand, you'd never get the beans, and the juice, and the smell out. It's like skunk spray, only much, much tastier. Or, as the ancient Mayans used to say:

'Rice ain't nice, but frijoles are forever.'

Ay, chihuahua!

Posted by: Charlie at December 14, 2003 06:52 PM

Margi beat me to it!

Beans on the ceiling and rice in her hair,
And she will have music...
No, we won't go there.

Posted by: Pixy Misa at December 14, 2003 07:33 PM

I tried to help Partner Unit bake a red currant pie last night, and all that happened was nearly an exchange of fluor in a food fight. Proof that people who can't cook together shouldn't be together. *sigh*.

Posted by: Helen at December 15, 2003 12:34 AM

Kinda like when the pressure cooker explodes on Ricky while Lucy's at the chocolate factory?
Arroz con pollo EVERYwhere! ;)

Posted by: pam at December 15, 2003 06:13 AM

Beans on the ceiling, rice in your hair, bare naked turkeys in the street...I hope you know I'm keeping a tally of the weirdness hilarity that surrounds you so if they ever have an, "Oddest Situations Always Happen To This Blogger" award, I will nominate you.

Posted by: Serenity at December 16, 2003 03:59 PM