OMG!

 Okay friends, due to the small issues of moving to a new country, arguing with my landlord over filthy accommodations, finding a new place to live, moving in, and starting everything over,,,, I just haven't had the time to even shave my legs!

LITERALLY!

I have been overdue for a bath and luckily the new Flat has one.  Not really lucky, as I wouldn't rent without one and my precious epsom salts.  My legs REALLY need attention.  So finally today after working all morning on setting up gas and electric for our new Flat, I was ready for a little R&R in the tub.  I mean I deserved at least this much I thought.

This will be the first time using it, so I took the time to draw the bath water, find all of the accoutrements I needed like a new bar of lemongrass soap, a new razor, sugar face scrub, and some nail clippers as frankly my finger nails are getting out of control as well.

The water was perfect!

I had everything ready.

I couldn't wait to get in, so I dropped my robe and slid into the luxurious water.  

No sooner had I done that, when I see a workman, on the scaffolding next door with a perfect birds eye view of the entire tub.  

OMG!  WTF?  Holy sh&$!

What in the world do I do now?

I closed my eyes.  Kind of like toddlers do when playing hide-n-seek, and believe if I can't see you, well then certainly you can't see me!  RiGhT?!?

I then placed my hands and legs in strategic positions, to take a breath and decide what to do next.  I mean, come on, I needed this bath.  It was my right and I earned it this morning.  Am I gonna let this ruin my bath?

Let's look at this a different way, there must be a bright side.  This just may be a great way to meet people during lock down!   (just kidding Oma - take a breath!)

No is the answer, I'm having this bath!  The guy walked on to a different area of the scaffolding (I'm thinking he was wholly unimpressed), and I kept my strategic position and my eyes closed.  

As I relaxed more, I'd look frequently but didn't see him back for a while.  I figured out how to shave with my back sort of towards the window, and in the end I did have a nice bath, only seeing him once more.  But when I did look, he quickly moved on.  (or maybe he was running for his life?).

Anyway - I couldn't help but laugh at all of this.  As my favorite businesswoman as of late Sara Blakely says, if she hasn't laughed at herself in a while, she makes up something like singing in a packed elevator to keep herself laughing and grounded.  I doubt that she would try this stealthy bathtub move...  (at least not without her spanx on!)

When I came out of the 3 hour bath (okay not really, maybe 20 minutes tops), I said to Jackson, be careful in that shower, as the bath is a perfect view for the workmen outside.  To this Jackson replies, doesn't the window have a shade.  "No," I reply, because the bottom is stained glass and the top is too high to worry about.  Isn't it.......?  

I go back into the bathroom and really now did Laugh OUT loud.  

Sure enough, it does have a shade and it works perfectly well.  

So here's to laughing at yourself, or me, as the case may be!  

Happy bathing guys and I hope your baths are much more uneventful than mine!  

Kitty

ps. I did pass by one of the workmen in the hall to go outside, he was very friendly......😁

kitty crocker's cooking korner

In keeping with the theme above, I am going to fill you in on my new found baking abilities.  You may not know this, but I made scones from scratch the other day.  Yup, you heard me right, FROM SCRATCH.  It doesn't matter if Oma was on the phone with me the entire time and that they were a little dry from over baking.  I made them FROM SCRATCH people!  And the boys loved them!  So now, with my confidence at an all time high (maybe a low high), I decided to make blueberry muffins, because I gotta be honest, I don't actually like scones!  

I have dubbed these, Mishap Muffins. 

I got all of the ingredients, talked to friend #1 and asked if I could use the self-raising flour,  (who has ever heard of such a thing? but I bought it for the scones), and she said sure.  It wasn't hard, there was a super easy recipe on line, and with my baking cabinet fit to bursting with all of its contents, I got to work.

Jackson pitched in to help, ever so sweetly, and Levi only offered to 'help' with the eating. 

I mixed the dry ingredients in one bowl, the wet in another, buttered the baking tin, pre-heat the oven and set out to bake.  They did exactly what they were supposed to do, rising in the oven, looking spectacular with my bit of sugar on the top.  Made the Flat smell amazing.  All was right in the world. 

Up until I tried to take them out of the muffin tin.  For they wouldn't come out, however gently I asked and prodded them too.  The tops would come off just fine, but the bottoms had decided to stay put.  Well that was unacceptable, so I forced them to see the error of their ways.  Here you will see the outcome of our hard fought battle.  Muffins 1, Mama 0.    

Levi wouldn't try them until Jackson said they were good.  I thought they were amazing and decided not to judge my muffins on looks alone.  Since you can't tell how many you eat when they are in tatters, I just kept eating!  

I did do the next batch with baking paper cut into circles to mimic a baking cup.  And those looked perfect.  Jackson said that they even tasted better.  (?huh?) 

Either way, I was happy with my creation and they didn't last long in the kitchen.  I've sought out advice from friend #2 (as she is a closet 5 star chef), and I've got my marching orders on how to do them better next time.  I also have regular flour and real baking cups to line the muffin tin.  

As I told you from the beginning, where I lack in talent, I will make up in effort!  And that's some real hard efforting!  

kitty crocker over and out