This, is a drain. Not just any drain, but my drain. In my kitchen sink. Attached to what is, FINALLY, a working garbage disposal. At least, I think it works. I haven't tried to grind anything up yet, but it makes a lot of noise, which is more than it did before! The tech who was at my place this morning fixing it said there was some plastic stuck on the blade. Apparently it was a bad install. Really. As if I hadn't figured that much out. In any case, I'm grateful to him. For fixing the stupid thing in the first place, but also for calling first to tell me he was on his way thereby waking me out of my semi-coma during which I had slept through my alarm until it turned itself off. I guess going to bed at 4:45am will do that, huh? (Project, one which must be post-marked by tomorrow. Procrastination is one of my favorite past-times, in case you hadn't figured that out.) Anyway, I might have to cook something tonight, just for the joy of not having to try and scrape every little scrap into the trash can so that it doesn't stink up my sink... lol.
Speaking of cooking... I have discovered what might be my new favorite food. I have an abiding love for gnocchi, which only intensified when I had it 4 times on my last trip to Italy. Unfortunately, I've found it nearly impossible to get good gnocchi in the states. (hehe... how was that for pretention, ladies?) So, when I bought a pasta cookbook last week which featured an entire section on making homemade gnocchi, I made an immediate trip to the grocery store. This was my first attempt - Gnocchi Romana (made with semolina, nutmeg and fresh parmesan, among other things). It's a recipe which some say dates all the way back to the Roman Empire (well, at least the cookbook says that). I say that it's fabulously delicious and decadent and wicked and, and... well, let me just say that one bite and the world disappeared. My next attempt is going to be potato gnocchi with fresh vegetable marinara. Once my pasta machine and ravioli mold are delivered, I'll really be cookin' - lol, literally. (I apologize for the bad pun, but I couldn't resist. Remember... 2 hours of sleep. Silliness is inevitable.) Oh, and éclairs are still on the list. Maybe for the Oscars. Did I mention that I'm learning to crochet later this week? LOL. Domestication is not a myth! Steph... didn't you mention an intervention? You'd better come over quick. I think I'm one step short of naming my vacuum!
Finally, although Steph already mentioned it... yay for the Swedes! I always love seeing Peter win gold :D Even if I didn't actually SEE the game since I thought it was on Sunday and missed it. Grr. Oh well. We're back to the regular NHL tomorrow, so I'm happy regardless :)