This is one of those "Venus-Mars" things. Seriously, you would have thought it was Christmas around here when the stand was delivered. It's as if the kick-ass television wasn't enough; it just wouldn't be whole without its special stand.
He had to assemble the stand (it came in a pizza-flat box), and every so often he'd call me out to the front room to check out the progress. You should have seen the disappointment in his face when he realized I wasn't appropriately thrilled.
I mean, it's a TV stand. It's not like it's a . . . oh, I don't know, a car or a puppy or anything.
I don't get it. But he loves it, and it makes him happy, and that's a good thing. I thought now would be a good time to take a photo:
Less exciting, but more amusing (at least in my definition of "amusing"), is my little accident a few nights ago.
I was starting dinner, and due to the poor lighting in the kitchen, was trying to do everything on the stovetop, where there's an overhead light in the exhaust hood. This included referencing my favorite cookbook of all time, "How to Cook Everything," by the incomparable Mark Bittman.
Apparently I have stovetop dyslexia. On our stove, each burner's dial is marked with four circles, with the circle representing that particular burner darkened. Instead of turning on the back right burner for the potatoes I wanted to boil, I had instead turned on the front right burner, upon which was resting - my cookbook.
Thank God the slight scorching caused a bit of smoke, or who knows what would have happened?
Ah well; as my friend Kim said, it's just a sign of a well-loved cookbook.
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