Beautifying the Bathroom

When we moved in, our master bathroom was a grotesque shade of fluorescent green. One of our friends said we just needed a black light in the room.

The awesome green paint ranked high on our list of things to change as soon as possible, starting with the WC. I painted it in stripes of Behr’s Silver Tradition and Soft Denim.

I carried those colors into the main bathroom, but not the striping action. The ceiling became Soft Denim and the green walls were covered with Silver Tradition.

The whiter-than-white master bedroom is still in progress, but it’s getting a makeover too. To be continued . . .

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Creepy Cookies

I went to the craft store last week to get balsa wood to make some faux Roman shades for our guest room.  More on that later.  I expected to do a little browsing because this particular store was new to me, but I was unprepared for the 60% off Halloween and general fall decorations that assaulted me as I walked in the door, so of course I had to walk away with a few items, including a haunted gingerbread house kit. 

I’ve been known to create a gingerbread house or two in the past:

I thought the kit would be a quick little diversion without the headache of making my own gingerbread and icing, deciding what kind of candy I wanted to decorate with, etc.  This particular kit came with pre-cut cookie pieces, packets of orange and black icing mix, two piping bags with decorator tips, various candies for decorating, and directions for decorating in three alternative styles, which I promptly threw out the window when I got to the part about letting the base of the house set for an hour before proceeding. 

I was amazed that these two pale powders mixed up to bright orange and deep black with just a couple tablespoons of water.  I was a bit disappointed in the consistency, though.  The orange was extremely runny after  following the mixing instructions and I had no powdered sugar to add to stiffen it up.  Another reason I threw the directions out: I couldn’t do the suggested piping with such loose icing.  The instructions also suggested cutting the jellybeans in half with a sharp knife.  Have you ever tried cutting stale jellybeans in half?  I just about cut my fingers off three or four times, and I don’t recommend it. 

Despite the few minor hiccups, this is how it turned out.  Not my best work, but not bad for an hour or two with a $10 kit.

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Tales of the Unemployed

I knew what was coming as soon as I saw the face peer in through my office door.  Wednesday.  Hump day.  The start of a downhill ride to the weekend.  Also the day I lost my job. 

The preceding days were fraught with uncertainty and distress.  The Friday before, the first thing I heard when I arrived that morning was that a first-year associate had been let go unexpectedly the night before.  Within 15 minutes, I learned of another casualty from the evening before, this one a second-year.  No announcement on the situation was forthcoming from firm management.  Still, the rumor mill spun later that day with the news that two more associates would get the axe the following week.  Another second-year received the news on Tuesday.  And on Wednesday, me. 

People close to me will tell you, part of me prayed I would be on the list of associates to be terminated because it would force me to go out and do something else, to get out of the rut I was stuck in.  But I really was not prepared for it, as I thought I was, when it actually happened.  I am thrilled to not be dragging myself out of bed to go to that job — and it was a job, not a career — every morning.  And I’m happy to be doing the things I have been doing: going to the gym, working around the house, reading, watching television, and visiting family.  But I know this is not a state of equilibrium, and it is uncomfortable not knowing what to do next.

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Adventures in Garbage Disposing

Last weekend, I started a batch of limoncello.  I spent some time looking at recipes on the internet, and decided a combination of techniques that I thought would work for me.  I took the peel — no pith — from about ten lemons and dumped it in a pitcher with a bottle of Everclear (151 proof) and let it sit for a week. 

Digression:  Have you ever read the label on a bottle of Everclear?  I think there are less warnings on common household cleaning chemicals.  WARNING!! Overconsumption may endanger your health.  CAUTION!! Extremely Flammable Handle with Care.  There is a whole paragraph of warnings:

Caution: Do not apply to open flame.  Keep away from fire, heat, and open flame.  Contents may ignite or explode.  Do not consume in excessive quantities.  Not intended for consumption unless mixed with non-alcoholic beverage.   

(Emphasis added.)  So I guess it makes sense that this stuff is illegal in some states, as it is explosive and not suitable for human consumption.  But back to the real story.

Today, satisfied that the alcohol had stripped the lemon peels of all their lemony goodness, I finished the limoncello.  First, I strained out the lemon peels, leaving me with some strong lemon-infused grain alcohol.  Then I made a pseudo- simple syrup.  I decided to make limoncello crema, so I made the syrup with milk and half and half instead of water.  This involved a little bit of experimentation on my part.  I found a number of variations of the recipe, some calling from milk and some calling for half and half.  So I split the alcohol mixture in half and made half with whole milk and half with half and half (say that three times fast).  For anyone that wants to attempt, that was one pint of either whole milk or half and half simmered with 1.5 cups sugar until the sugar is completely dissolved for HALF of the alcohol.  Let the sugar mixture cool and add to the alcohol.  Bottle and refrigerate/freeze.  I haven’t tasted either version chilled yet, so the jury’s still out as to whether milk or half and half is the better choice.

When I was finished, I was left with a sieve full of brittle lemon peels.  One of the internet recipes I read suggested putting them through the garbage disposal to “freshen” it up, which seemed to make sense to me since I’ve heard before you can put some citrus wedges down it to make it smell fresher.  So — and here’s the REAL point of the post — I put the lemon peels down the garbage disposal and fired it up.  Seemed to work just fine, until the next time I used the disposal. 

I washed the dishes later in the day, and when I drained the sink, I switched on the disposal to clear out any stray bits of food.  Suddenly, the water stopped draining and murky black stuff started to come up through the drain.  Insert random expletive here.  I was pretty sure this was not something I could fix myself.  I’m handy, but just not that handy.  And now is really not a good time to be staying home from work to wait for a plumber.  Steve stepped in about here, but he knows about as much about fixing a disposal as I do.  We cut the power to the disposal and I reached my hand in to see if there was something jammed in it.  He pressed the reset button.  Still spewing black stuff.  We were resigned to calling a plumber.

In a last ditch effort to to DIO (do it ourselves), I called my dad for advice.  I explained to him that the motor appeared to be working when we turned the disposal on, but nothing was going down the drain.  This led him to believe it was a clog, not a problem with the disposal itself, and he suggested a plunger.  Five minutes later, water was flowing freely down the drain and there was no black stuff to be seen.  Woohoo!

Dad can pretty much always save the day, can’t he?

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