This evening, cooking outside was annoying. We were tired and grumpy so this was the perfect night to get pizza delivered, curl up on the sofa and watch a good film. Or even a dreadful film. Or even sports or a documentary on mould. Chinese takeout would have been good too. Heck, I’d take a microwave ready meal at this point. It started to rain just as we were about to get started, so we had to pull our sorry cooking table under the tiny portion of covered deck. The cooking equipment got wet again last night, and this afternoon; we really are just asking for trouble. It’s hard to believe we have a beautiful new oven ready and waiting in a warehouse somewhere. With a shiny new fridge… Anyway, the kitchen floor has been partially tiled, so you can no longer go directly through the back door, across the kitchen and downstairs to the basement/ food storage area/ washing up station. Cooking and forgetting every other item just became a gigantic pain. I think we’re both getting despondent about the remodel. It seems our contractor came in today and put on about five handles in the kitchen, then left. As the kitchen floor is not to be walked on, presumably the electrician can’t come in and finish tomorrow as planned, and who knows when the plumber will return. We now have a sink and a garbage disposal but as there is no hole drilled in the sink for the tap, no tap was installed and so we are running-water free.
Upstairs, we do finally have a toilet and sink, which is major progress. If we can locate the spare toilet paper and clean towels, we may even start using it. Everything is kind of skanky though, so Baby A was bathed in the basement dungeon once more, until we can get it cleaned up and ready to go. The raw wiring hanging out the walls is less than child-friendly too, and the bath panel is not in place which means the cats can disappear into the space between the floor and the downstairs ceiling. But, we are getting there, slowly but surely. I do think though that our patience is starting to wear thin. We are starting to be snappy and frazzled, whereas up until this point we’ve pretty much managed to keep on top of things. Surely sooner or later we can get our house back and start relaxing and enjoying being here. Before the second baby arrives, hopefully. I know that in the grand scheme of things, this seems like self-indulgent whining, which to a certain extent it is. But moving and remodelling are a little tough, it would seem.
So tonight we made Grilled Chicken, Scampi Style, with Angel Hair Pasta, which was tastier than the shrimp version of yesterday, although unfortunately our chicken ended up tough as nails. Again, it was supposed to be grilled but we lacked the means so it was pan fried. The addition of roasted red peppers, chives and oregano really boosted the flavour and added some interest. You could serve this without any meat and it would be a good lightweight supper. Tomorrow is version number three, Grilled Scallops, Scampi Style, with Angel Hair Pasta. Onward, we’re moving onward. Let’s hope that the mosquitoes decide that all this pasta makes us taste bad, I’m sick of being attacked while dining on our exclusive outdoor, glamorously sodden deck.