Update on Retirement
Having stopped working in February, I have to say life is good.
Barbara and I go to the gym 2 or three times a week, get up when we want, do what we want, and try to have fun every day. We usually do.
Barbara is still addicted to the news channels and follows every political, criminal and scandal story. I still like old movies. This gives us our “quality time”, which we spend apart.
We are about to start on visits to places we have discovered through “Weird Florida”, a book we bought and a TV special we watched. The places sound interesting and we love “weird”. After all, anyone who knows us thinks we are “weird” too (Barbara claims just me, but I know better).
I still play golf once a week with my older friends and shoot for the early bird breakfast instead of low score.
We recently had a visit from our daughter and her family along with our niece and her husband and new baby. It made for a loud, crowded and happy time.
We still have my son here with his family and we try to see friends and family often.
Our new hobby, cooking, is going well.
I watch the Barefoot Contessa and Giada when I am home in the afternoons and by the time they are over (at 5), I am starving and we rush to the kitchen to try out new recipes. I can’t help it, the shows make me hungry.
We (me) have applied to the food network for a show called “Cooking with Bobbi and Shelly” but astonishingly, have not heard back from them. We would be sensational as newbie cooks trying out their recipes. We are charming and likeable, at least Barbara is, and would be very popular. Are you listening Food Network??
Barbara, not so enthusiastic, and somewhat shyer than I, has asked me to provide a stand in for her if we actually get a call back. I refuse; it wouldn’t be the same without her. We often seem like an “I Love Lucy” episode, as the following incident will illustrate.
Yesterday we attempted a shrimp Parmesan recipe and nearly burned down the house.
As per the recipe, we had 2 skillets and a pot going at the same time.
We were frying the breaded shrimp in one skillet, prior to putting them in the other skillet, which was simmering with the sauce. At the same time the pasta was boiling away next to the other two skillets. Steam, some smoke and aromas permeated the air. We had the vent fan on full over the stove.
Suddenly there was a marked increase in the amount of smoke and my eyes starting stinging. I was sautéing the shrimp, watching the skillet with the sauce and trying to keep track of the pasta.
The smoke increased and now a burnt smell could be detected.
Barbara and I looked around to see what was burning. Everything seemed ok, except for the smell and smoke.
A lot of smoke now poured out of the microwave over the stove.
We were puzzled at first. We weren’t using the microwave as far as I knew. I stood there stupidly while Barbara reacted and tried to stop the microwave. She finally cleared it, and I pulled the door open. Smoke poured out from within filling the kitchen and den.
“What is going on?” I asked.
“It’s my fault”, said Barbara.
Barbara had mistakenly used the microwave as a timer for the pasta. What she actually did was start the microwave.
Unfortunately, Barbara was using the microwave as a breadbox and had some blueberry muffins in a plastic container stored within. They were the items on fire. They had melted and burned.
We opened the windows and kept the vent on high and the smoke soon cleared. We didn’t have to use the fire extinguisher or call the fire department. A near miss.
Unfortunately, the burnt smell has lingered even after cleaning out the microwave and we are trying to get rid of it.
Barbara and I find this episode funny. Barbara more than I. She constantly laughs about it. I can just see Lucy running around trying to put out the fire while trying to keep the dinner going.
It is reminiscent of the times (twice) Barbara has caused a fire in microwaves cooking popcorn. As a preventative, our children don’t let her cook popcorn any more.
The important part is the shrimp dinner was delicious and we will try to do it again without burning the house down.
Too bad we weren’t filming; this would have made a great episode for the Food Network.