So tonight's incident started earlier today...in a sense...let me explain:
We decided to have chicken for dinner, so I put some in the crock pot...The rest of the afternoon was fairly low key. I organized the pantry and my office/craft room, then proceeded to start working on a corner cabinet that has been in our family for decades. I am going to be putting it in our dining room....but that is a whole other story.
Somewhere along the line, Peter, my completely wonderful husband, decided to finish up dinner and put it on the table for our growing little munchkins. He put some rice on, got some gravy going (ick!) and was dishing up the chicken to the plates.
All of a sudden I hear this huge BANG/CRASH/SMASH noise! I whip my head to look at Peter and there is cornstarch flying all over! Vanilla is soaking the counters, the floors are a puddle of it, the walls are dripping with it and also making a lovely paste in combination with the cornstarch. Not only that, but there are containers of spices laying in the puddles of vanilla and the stove looks like Mount St. Helen's erupted in our kitchen...WOW!
Peter is of course, beyond frustrated...he just wanted to fix some gravy for the kiddos and look at the crazy that happened! So I start cleaning up while he finishes his gravy that is starting to complain on the burner...
Let me just say that the two pictures I put above do NOT do the beautiful mess justice....I didn't even start taking pics till a few minutes into cleaning when Peter mutters, "You may as well take pictures of this for your blog, this is what it's all about..." I look at him thinking he has lost his mind, cause I wasn't thinking he would want me to. I said, "Are you serious?" He smiled, "May as well!"
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| I was nice and didn't take a pic of the rest of Peter....let's just say there are not very many places on him without cornstarch... |
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Our kitchen, my hands, my feet and the air all smell of vanilla extract...no small wonder..this bottle was almost full.
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I wasn't really sure what had happened so cause the earth to tilt on it's axis and dump our spice cabinet in Peter's face. I guess that one of the little plastic thingy-mabobbers that holds the shelf up broke and well...like Jack and Jill, everything came tumbling down after Peter tried to put the cornstarch back on the shelf. My poor hubby!
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| No more top shelf....well, till I get another thingy-mabobber... |
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| There was only way I could see to clean up the cornstarch....vacuum. |
So, folks...the next time things are getting a little dull around your house...just make gravy!
Night ya'll!
