The first time I ever called 911…

Last night, Aaron and I woke up to the extremely loud “chirping” of the carbon monoxide alarm in our apartment (okay, so Aaron was the one who woke up…I would have slept through the whole thing if it hadn’t been for him…). This has totally happened to me before, when I left the gas stove top on all night in my college apartment and woke up to the creepy, computerized lady-voice in the alarm screaming “Warning! Carbon Monoxide!”

Well, this time, a loud “CHIRP!” went off every thirty seconds, which–according to the back of  the alarm–is supposed to mean that it needs new batteries. But for some reason, the alarm-red light was flashing, not the battery-green. Was this a combination of a battery malfunction/carbon monoxide alert? Was there something important we were missing in the misplaced directions? What should we do?

We did what every other self-respecting person does at two in the morning…we took the batteries out of the darned thing and went back to bed.

Now before you freak out, our better judgment did get the better of us. There is just something so uncomfortable about not being completely, 100% sure that we were safe going to sleep. So, even though we were pretty positive that it was just the battery, we decided to call 911 anyways. Now, this was a first for me, so I didn’t really know what to expect, but the dispatcher was nice, asked me a few questions, and before she hung up she said the firetruck would be by in a few minutes.

Fast forward five minutes, and we hear a knock on our door. I open it up and there are three big, BIG, men standing in our little hallway. Seriously, one of them was as tall as the ceiling…I think he had to duck to get in the doorway. Aaron and I were just little midgets compared to these dudes. But their kindness and professionalism was outstanding…and they didn’t make Aaron and I feel dumb for freaking out over a dead battery. Haha.

The tomato that changed my life.

Lately I have been reading the book A Matter of Taste: The Definitive Seasoning Cookbook by Sylvia Windle Humphrey. I found it at a thrift store on our honeymoon and it has been an amazing investment. It tells about each spice, its origins, recipes, etc. I have learned so much. But the most amazing thing I read in it is that putting honey and fresh ground black pepper on a tomato brings out its flavors more than salt! When I read that, I knew I had to try it. So, just last night I finally had the opportunity after I botched every other attempt at creating dinner.

It.was.so.heavenly. I ate the entire tomato.

And I’m not even a huge fan of raw tomatoes.

HOOPLAH!!!!

Over the long weekend I was inspired to do an embroidery hoop! I have been wanting to do one for a while, but never really had the time or opportunity. On Saturday, I saw one at the farmer’s market and felt like it was time! I ended up finding this large hoop, two medium hoops, and an itty bitty hoop all for $2 at Salvos. For the fabric, I have a TON of garlands left over from my wedding, so I just picked them apart and sewed them back together in a circular fashion. I thought for sure it would only take me a couple of hours, but it ended up taking at least eight. So, this lovely piece of art is now hanging in our living room! Finally, some decoration!

Adventures at Dinnertime…

On Saturday I decided to try my hand at cutting up a real chicken.

My reasoning behind this brilliant idea was because it seems cheaper. I was shopping for chicken when I saw that Jewels had a whole chicken on sale for $0.99/lb. I was like “Whaaat???? That’s way cheaper than buying chicken already cut up!” I was not daunted in the least about having to cut the chicken up myself. I mean, jeez, I have a Taste of Home Cookbook!!! It tells me how to do everything!!!

Yum…
So, the whole experience turned out to be somewhat successful. Aaron said I could work for the CIA, I was so good at torturing the poor bird. The most disappointing part was realizing that after I was done, there was about three pounds worth of bones n’ guts that I couldn’t eat and had no clue what to do with. So it was almost a waste of $3.00 (my obsession with frugality just can’t stomach losing that  $3!!!)

Overall, I think next time I’ll leave the hacksaw in the toolbox and let the butcher cut up my birds for me. But the meal turned out to be delish, and my Mr. did ask for seconds, and so it made it all worth it.