Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Feeding an Army(man and His Wife)

I want to be Martha Stewart. You know, minus the Enron scandal and snobby attitude. I'm pretty confident in my crafting abilities, but I am just learning how to cook and bake things that don't come in a box.

The hubby bought us a brand new cookware set from Target. He was extremely patient with me as I went back and forth between two aisles for thirty minutes trying to figure out what the heck to buy. Stainless steel? Nonstick? Hard Anodized? Copper? Do we go with a trusted brand name?

Thank you to the Target employee who recommended hard anodized pots and pans for durability. I am so glad that I had the foresight to pack with me the tool and gadget set I received at the bridal shower.
I have been finding all of our recipes online. I love you, Internet. The first two links are great because they have numerous reviews by other people so you can get an idea of what the results will be like.

Favorite recipe links:

The first meal I made for us was chicken pasta skillet. After the first bite I shouted, "I can cook! I can feed my husband!!"

But I also had some kitchen failures, such as this pineapple fried rice that looked legit, but tasted awful.

Luckily, I have had many more kitchen successes than failures, such as these apple pork chops, paired with cherry red tomatoes and roasted garlic potatoes.

We also made it a weekend tradition to cook a big breakfast. The Hubby enjoys cooking up the meat and eggs...

...while I man the waffle iron (also carried all the way from California).
Yummy in our fat tummies! Chocolate chips make all the difference.

Even the roomie benefits from our hard work.
My new found ability to cook has completely ruined our dining out experience though because we now know that we are pretty much capable of making meals for ourselves for a third of the price.

Dear Boys (Part Two)

Ready to see the rest of the house? It's actually quite cute.

But look closer and you'll spot this sign. There are signs like these all over the house. Apparently, the past tenants decided it would be fine to steal random signs and post them sporadically.

The backyard before it got tamed by a poor landscaper who worked on it for over three hours on a hot Georgia afternoon. Oh yeah, there is a cemetery right behind that fence.

Dear Boys,
Can we get a coffee table that doesn't have plywood as a surface?

It is not okay for the back to sleep on box springs. This is what I slept on the first night in Georgia. I used a coat and a towel for warmth because the blanket was needed for extra padding.

So I convinced The Hubby to get some grown up 600 thread count sheets from Target. Thank you to all those who gave us Target gift cards for the wedding! We're also sleeping on an air mattress, which will be useful for when all our visitors come to see us in Texas.
Why are there so many ugly and heavy weights? I would have tried to organize them, but they're too heavy to move without crushing a few fingers and toes.

How do you not get lost in those video games you play? How do you always seem to know where to go? Must you play them at such a high volume, too? And how adorable are you to wear little head sets so you can communicate with your playmates?
Why must there be knives like this one all over the house? And I have seen and touched too many guns in my life already.
And must you keep the house so cold all the time?
Lastly, do you not see the hideousness of this blue shower curtain and blue bath mat?
But really, I'm so lucky to have married The Hubby because he's not like a typical boy:
  • Toilet seat is never up
  • Doesn't fart in front of me
  • Is cleaner than I am
  • None of that beer from the previous post is his
  • Wasn't the one who chose the ugly shower curtain
  • Asks for permission before playing his video games

Dear Boys (Part One)

I meant to write this post weeks ago. Our living conditions have changed dramatically since then, but here is what it was like for the month of April.

From July to December 2009, The Hubby lived in a house with two other West Point graduates. One left before I moved in, leaving me to fend for myself in a house with two guys. For example, when I visited last August, I had to bring my own hand soap for the bathroom. All they had was a bottle of hand sanitizer gel.

I grew up in a male-free household. It was quite the shocker coming into a frat-house type situation.

Here is the kitchen. It's actually quite nice and clean (after lots of elbow grease), though ill equipped. The Hubby had to buy a bunch of cooking supplies for us, but more on that later.

That dining table along with its chairs are gone now since our roomie moved out a couple of weeks ago, along with all the furniture.

Dear boys,
Why must you have so many Monster drinks?
Why do you have to display all of these empty alcohol bottles?
Is it some sort of great accomplishment?
Why don't you ever clear out your cabinets or refrigerator? I had a shelf and trash can full of expired foods, some from 2008. Attached is a note that said, "Expired food. Toss Wed. night! Do not eat for your own safety, Rangers!"
Why do you need 50+ bottles of beer?
Why did you leave such a small amount of ice cream in the freezer? Just finish it!
That concludes the kitchen edition. The rest of the house is coming up next!