Good morning world.

This morning is a much calmer morning. Waaay calmer!

This time yesterday morning I was cutting chopping baking collecting items from my cupbaords to make a potluck lunch.

You might wonder why I waited until morning to attempt this grand event, but you have to live here to know what really goes on here.

I will step back another day in time.....

It was dinner time, and the husbandman was doing some cooking. It was this wicked currie and rice recipe that he has found, and it is extremely delicious. It made the family a very happy family to eat this great dish. One thing that I find after a delectable meal is that he likes to clean up. (YES, what a complaint/comment....) The girl and I go for a walk around the block while he cleans up (YES, once again.. when he cleans up, I just let him...) When we get home the lights in the kitchen have been turned onto "the kitchen has been put to sleep" mode. The counters are all gleaming, and everything is in it's place. the only thing that isn't in it's place would be me messing it up again. I take a large sigh... this is not going to be pretty... but because I am a polite wife.. I just leave my cooking/gathering sessions until the morning. We must not upset the king and his kitchen.

Yesterday morning arrives. I sleep through the 6:00 alarm, and wake up at 6:30. Already I am feeling doomed. But I manage. I start cutting and chopping and throwing things in containers. I am a wild woman, sort of kind of! The whip cream container was an issue. ONLY because I knicked the springy thing that discharges the whip cream and that flew all over the kitchen... especially the lovely and shiny countertops. What a mess. I knew I should not have put myself in charge of that sort of thing. (the last time.... many years ago... I bought the carbonated cartridges, which do not go well with whipping cream... we ended up eating spark whip with our pumpkin pies....). Then the sister called, all things were going well, it was 08:15 and I was baking cheese biscuits. The phone rings and then I have to talk the almost hysterical sister through finding her way to Queens Park Hospital, but in the meantime thank her for making me feel so normal about doing stupid things in life ( SHE should have known where QPH was....). While on the phone with her, I was just about to cut in the butter with the dry cheese biscuit ingredients when I actually dump in my souring milk. HOLY freaking cupCAKES people, I am in a time crisis event here... I do not have time to redo my baking mishaps. I mix up the biscuits, and then throw the butter into the microwave to do a proper MELT... and stir it all into the batter. ( I did the same butter mishap a couple of weeks ago, and ended up with cheese buns everywhere because of it)..... I haul out my baking pans, and because of the flustering event I start dropping my biscuit batter onto the pan when I realize that i didn't put a fine coating of butter across them. I like to do this... it just makes ANY STICKING issues a NON ISSUE. I grab my spare little pats of butter and begin wiping the butter across the pans.. of course I am now moving the biscuit mounds and swiping the butter and the batter at the same time. Life can go down hill quite quickly in these instances. Everything makes it into the oven in good time, and all is well. Except of course if you actually look at the kitchen, which has now turned into a fine mess.

The countertops with the whipping cream have now turned a filmy obscure white, due to only one cleansing of the countertops. All of this will have to wait... in the meantime I have to get the PIP to school....which I manage with two minutes to spare on the clock...WHEN I RETURN HOME... that is!

All that aside... the lunch turned out great!

Later into the day.... it is the same routine as the night before... THE KING CLEANING THE KITCHEN.

How's that for a good ending!