When I was thirty years old and going through my divorce I lived in my parents fifth wheel for a summer.
During this time I missed my kitchen.
I missed having my own space to cook and being able to cook healthy meals and blare my music and cook and dance and sing and just live life the way I do.
This one particular summer a few years ago meant I spent way to much time in my parents driveway. I love my parents and I loved having this month to spend a lot of time with them but I was also more than happy to move on, move out and buy my own place.
But before I did that, I had to do loads of laundry in their doesn’t exactly work correctly washing machine.
Here’s the thing. Every house my parents have ever owned has… issues.
The house I grew up in, on Pine Hurst, had at least two huge holes in the floor going to the raccoon infested basement below. One hole was in my bedroom, the other in the kitchen. The central heating in that house never really worked right. It had something to do with the house being infested with raccoons (Only in the mountains, I know) I guess it could be worse; it could have been cockroaches. At least our pests were cute! Among other issues, the Pine Hurst house’s kitchen plumbing backed up weekly, which involved climbing on the roof to run a hose through the kitchen sink to plunge the drains. This is how I spent my weekends as a kid, helping my Dad with plumbing issues, or helping him put in new kitchen counter’s that never really were finished, kind of like the upstairs bathroom which was never finished. This house had two garage doors; neither really worked. Not really an issue since our garage was so full of junk~ circa 1980~ Eight tracks, Slim Fast meals from the 80’s (This would be our nourishment if the big earth quake hit in 2001) tools, cats, etc.
I know, I make it sound like the Pine Hurst house was a pit, but I loved this house, it was my home for 20 years.
This house my Mom and Dad live in now has a few little problems. For one thing, its super dark all the time (Not to bad if my Dad would let us use electricity, but whatever.) The oven didn’t work for the first two years they lived here, but its now fixed, yea! The house has pink carpet…Gross. Upside, it also has hardwood floors and these are hilarious to watch cats slide across.
But before I did that, I had to do loads of laundry in their doesn’t exactly work correctly washing machine.
Here’s the thing. Every house my parents have ever owned has… issues.
The house I grew up in, on Pine Hurst, had at least two huge holes in the floor going to the raccoon infested basement below. One hole was in my bedroom, the other in the kitchen. The central heating in that house never really worked right. It had something to do with the house being infested with raccoons (Only in the mountains, I know) I guess it could be worse; it could have been cockroaches. At least our pests were cute! Among other issues, the Pine Hurst house’s kitchen plumbing backed up weekly, which involved climbing on the roof to run a hose through the kitchen sink to plunge the drains. This is how I spent my weekends as a kid, helping my Dad with plumbing issues, or helping him put in new kitchen counter’s that never really were finished, kind of like the upstairs bathroom which was never finished. This house had two garage doors; neither really worked. Not really an issue since our garage was so full of junk~ circa 1980~ Eight tracks, Slim Fast meals from the 80’s (This would be our nourishment if the big earth quake hit in 2001) tools, cats, etc.
I know, I make it sound like the Pine Hurst house was a pit, but I loved this house, it was my home for 20 years.
This house my Mom and Dad live in now has a few little problems. For one thing, its super dark all the time (Not to bad if my Dad would let us use electricity, but whatever.) The oven didn’t work for the first two years they lived here, but its now fixed, yea! The house has pink carpet…Gross. Upside, it also has hardwood floors and these are hilarious to watch cats slide across.
Yesterday’s issue?
The problem I encountered on this already hot May morning was the washing machine didn’t exactly work.
It should be easy enough to do a load of laundry, right? Not something to make an entire blog post about?
I had been doing my own laundry since I was five years old; I thought I could handle this. Fill up washing machine, add soap, hit start, go to church, come back two hours later… and the tub is still full of soapy water. My mom told me,
“Oh sometimes that happens, drop the lid and it will restart”
So I drop the lid.
Nothing happens.
I drop the lid again. Still nothing.
My Dad yells from the living room,
“You have to drop it harder!”
So I drop it harder.
“Don’t slam it!”
What the H does dropping it harder mean, if you can’t slam it?! So my mom and I take turns dropping the lid with my Dad yelling at us to not slam it about five times each before he gets mad (That we keep slamming the lid!) and comes over. He drops the lid just like we did… And the washing machine starts right up. Two hours later I tried to do another load of laundry. Slam, slam, slam
“Don’t slam the lid!” and it still won’t start. So I wait for Dad to get un addicted to Farmville so he can use his magic touch to start the laundry for me.
The problem I encountered on this already hot May morning was the washing machine didn’t exactly work.
It should be easy enough to do a load of laundry, right? Not something to make an entire blog post about?
I had been doing my own laundry since I was five years old; I thought I could handle this. Fill up washing machine, add soap, hit start, go to church, come back two hours later… and the tub is still full of soapy water. My mom told me,
“Oh sometimes that happens, drop the lid and it will restart”
So I drop the lid.
Nothing happens.
I drop the lid again. Still nothing.
My Dad yells from the living room,
“You have to drop it harder!”
So I drop it harder.
“Don’t slam it!”
What the H does dropping it harder mean, if you can’t slam it?! So my mom and I take turns dropping the lid with my Dad yelling at us to not slam it about five times each before he gets mad (That we keep slamming the lid!) and comes over. He drops the lid just like we did… And the washing machine starts right up. Two hours later I tried to do another load of laundry. Slam, slam, slam
“Don’t slam the lid!” and it still won’t start. So I wait for Dad to get un addicted to Farmville so he can use his magic touch to start the laundry for me.
I loved that quality time I got to spend with my family but I am so thankful every day that I live alone and get to cook all the goat cheese and buffalo I want in my cabins kitchen.
Buffalo Burgers with Goat Cheese and a Red Pepper Mayo
4 buffalo patties
1/4 cup goat cheese
1/4 cup red pepper jelly
2 tab mayo
4 slices munster cheese
4 slices munster cheese
Big romaine lettuce leaves
Grill the buffalo patties.
Mix the mayo and red pepper jelly.
In the big romaine lettuce leaves wrap the burger patty, munster cheese and a dollop of the red pepper mayo.
Grill the buffalo patties.
Mix the mayo and red pepper jelly.
In the big romaine lettuce leaves wrap the burger patty, munster cheese and a dollop of the red pepper mayo.
Comments
Oh my, I’m not sure I could hang with that kind of situation, lol. But I know how it is with family homes.
And yum. Now I want a burger…
Fun read! Great recipe. My Mum and Dad’s washing machine has weird issues too. 🙂 I’m so hungry…