Jeremy had to go to Walgreens to pick up Edda’s prescription for the emergency seizure medication that was prescribed 10 days ago and found some Hot Pockets for sale inside the drug store. He bought three differently-flavored boxes and put them in the freezer and we wondered how long it would be before Vince discovered they were there. It took about 2 days. All weekend, Vince and I did a taste off on Hot Pockets. We promised we wouldn’t eat any without the other and that we would split a box. I have to say, I used to love Hot Pockets. I no longer love Hot Pockets. They are so flabby! Were they flabby before? I thought the food scientists figured out how to crisp in the microwave a long time ago. I think I could go the rest of my life without eating any more Hot Pockets. I wonder, though, about Pop Tarts.
I made mini cherry pies with pre-made pie crusts and canned cherry pie filling. Again, I made them individual sized and froze them, so we wouldn’t eat them all at once.
I also tried to make a Dutch Baby which failed terribly the first time (I used whole wheat flour instead of regular white flour). Looks like a giant greasy pimple, huh? We ate it anyways. Delicious.
I did much better the second time around. Look at that! Gorgeous.
I also promised Vince mid-week that I would help him bleach his hair. I have never had my hair colored, so I don’t know exactly what goes on with the coloring and the foil and Vince had set up the whole thing without much warning for me, so I just had to wing it. I usually like to do a bit more research, like 15-20 minutes of youtube research, but he was just like – let’s go! it’ll be OK. with various warnings of burning scalp, or breaking hair or whatever. I told Vince that I knew I wasn’t his first choice for this hair procedure (he confirmed that I wasn’t his first choice), but that I was honored that I wasn’t the last choice, which logically would have been Jeremy. But Vince laughed and said that he would rank me higher than all of his male friends.