It feels so nice to finally have our house in some sort of working order. I guess I have done the moving thing several times, but I never really appreciated how much work it took to get a house organized and put together! This morning we had a real sit-down breakfast with all three of us housemates, and we kind of went all-out. Melissa tried her hand at making an omelet, which she had never done before– she cracked the eggs into the pan and goes “Oh, whoops, how do I make an omelet?” The “undomestic goddess” figured it out, though. Only she would find a way to have veggies at breakfast.
I erred more on the side of fruity, and went for the French toast. I used whole-wheat bread, dipped in an egg, milk, sugar, cinnamon, and then grilled it in a skillet. I topped it with a Greek yogurt, honey, and cinnamon mixture and finished it off with sliced strawberries and sliced bananas. And of course served with lots of coffee. I have seriously been loving using the kitchen, and have been deemed the “domestic” one of the group. Even Melissa commented about what a good wife I would make (for a feminist). Pish posh, I’d say I just like to think of myself as independent.
It feels like I have so many stories to tell about our life in Oxford, and I have nowhere to start, so I’ll just throw down some quotes:
“Uhhh…Melissa, that’s a red light”
Me to Melissa on our way to WalMart for one of our many trips there. We are just about to roll through a red light at a major intersection before I caught it, and the always-prudent driver just goes, “Oh, I thought it was a stop sign!” So basically we almost died (not really, it’s Oxford in the summer).
“I’m soooo hungry- let me see if I can catch some feta cheese in my mouth”
Melissa in cooking lab. This class is three hours long, and it’s dinnertime (5 PM dinners at Martin are no more). Lucky girls that we are, we got to cook pizza on whole grain crust in class, and decided to do a supremo pizza, with turkey pepperoni, green peppers, mushrooms, olives, mozzarella, parmesan, and feta. As we are attempting to prepare the toppings, Melissa says this to me, and I go for it, and she makes a spectacular catch, followed by a celebratory cheer, looked upon questionably by our professor. We attempt to explain ourselves by using the “we are starving college students who haven’t gone grocery shopping yet and thus we’re really hungry” excuse. Don’t quite know how that was received.
“I don’t think the washer works. Or the dryer.”
Oh so many Melissa quotes. She had never really used the type of washer that we have in the house, so the first time she tried to do laundry it was kind of a disaster. Long story short, she ended up with clothes that weren’t completely washed (detergent does not go in the bleach dispenser), clothes that weren’t dry, and a bra that completely broke in half. Like it was two pieces. Not completely effective any more.
“I just thought it was funny that you put a rack on her rack”