I have come to find that I have a new pet peeve. I don't like other people working in my kitchen. Rhem's two sisters are down for the week. One is 16 and the other is 18. Last night they wanted to bake me a cake (a late birthday cake). They got halfway through what they were making (I wasn't allowed out of the living room so as to not spoil the surprise that was the cake) and realized they needed a 'springform' pan. Well, I don't own a springform pan. And it was 10:30 at night. So I called up my sister, Silver, and asked her. Her roommate had one and was willing to lend it to me so long as I brought it back containing something. LOL
So I'm about to leave and then the oldest of the sisters tells me she needs more gelatine for the cake. So out I go, get the pan, then run down to the grocery store (there's one in town that's open 24/7). By the time I get there I get a text from Rhem stating she also needs more eggs. So I ask if there's anything else. Strawberries. They need more strawberries. So I get those too.
She finished the cake around 2am. I wasn't very willing to eat cake at 2am. No offense to her, but I was just half falling asleep in my chair in the living room and was more fascinated with sleeping than eating cake. So she put it in the fridge and said I can't go in the fridge because she wants it to be a surprise for when we have supper Thursday.
This morning I get up and go out into the kitchen. The counters are lined with dishes. The washcloth is in a bowl of dirty baking-infested water (another pet peeve, washcloths left sopping wet in a sink). And the dining room... oh god... well, they tidied up and brought everything into the kitchen from what they were baking with, however they failed to wash off the dining room table. There was strawberry juice caked to the table... and as I spent half an hour washing it off this afternoon, I have come to realize that my lovely table is now stained pink in areas because it wasn't clean up right away. :( This table I've had since I moved away from home. This table I've known since I was a baby. It was Mom & Dad's table when we lived on the PMQ when Dad was in the navy. It's a perfect table. It's been through everything and has been used for various things. And now it's stained.
Bleh :( I know I'm going to appreciate the cake they made but I'll miss my non-stained table.
