In 6 weeks, Baby #2 is set to make her appearance in this world. Most days I am not too phased by that, but today that thought, coupled with the state of renovations, made me just want to sit down and cry. I think I need to nest; I spent a ridiculous amount of time today doing the most futile activity in the history of futility- trying to vacuum in a construction site. Turns out, our just-tiled bathroom, where the last of the grouting took place this morning, is not tiled in white subway tile as planned. Instead, it is tiled in grey-white and cream-white subway tile, in stripes and patches. Only once the grout was in place, and natural light available, was the colour difference apparent, but it looks ridiculous. If we weren’t so exhausted we would have had a complete hissy-fit with the tilers. Actually we probably shouldn’t rule that out, it may still happen. The tiler is going to contact the company who makes the tiles and see what they say, but he’s made it clear that he doesn’t think that it’s his fault. It’s not our fault, so someone will have to foot the bill for the repairs/ redo. Under electric light it’s not too bad, but it’s one of those things that would slowly but surely drive you bonkers. It’s the first time that we have ever had someone else tile, and the first time that we have ever chosen tile that isn’t simply the cheapest thing in the shop. It makes you crazy, of that there’s no doubt.
Other than that, the electrician returned and we got some lighting for our dining table/ workbench. The drawer handles are finally in place, and the kitchen floor has been laid. For the night we have to walk around the side of the house to get down into the basement, but tomorrow morning we’ll be able to access the kitchen again for a few hours, before the grouting takes place. One last final whinge; our washer and dryer were installed as we moved in, but they’re in the wrong place. The doors open back to back so it’s impossible to chuck the clothes out of the washer and into the dryer. Instead you have to take them out, put them in something, close the washer door, walk around, open the dryer door and put the clothes in. With the narrow space plus my belly, doing laundry is almost impossible. When the other appliances get delivered on Friday, the installers will look at the problem. If they say they can’t swap them around I may just cry.
Anyway, L and I braved the mosquito swarm this evening to make Grilled Scallops, Scampi Style, with Angel Hair Pasta. Another easy recipe, this time using scallops rather than shrimp or chicken. When the pasta is being tossed, prosciutto and scallions are added to the mix. This meal is a little odd. We concluded that the scallions and the prosciutto simply overwhelm the scallops, so that all their delicacy is lost in a mouthful of salty onionness. The scallops ended up being superfluous little tastes of sea water, in a mountain of pasta. For a dish with two reasonably special-occasion ingredients (in our house at least) the meal was a little disappointing, a little bland. There was nothing wrong with it as such, and we certainly both ate plenty before fleeing inside to escape the swarm of marauding insects, but there was nothing particularly noteworthy either.
Tomorrow we move away from angel hair and scampi style food, and move into three variations of angel hair in nests. First up, Tomato-Basil Pasta Nests. That shouldn’t be too tricky, hopefully, and our basil is certainly thriving after all the rain, so tomorrow will be a good time for a decent harvest. Let’s hope our spirits can be lifted as easily.