First, I spilled sugar all over myself and the floor by tipping a (unbeknownst to me) slightly-open tupperware canister out of the cupboard (I tip them because I am too short to reach that high). That was really weird because the sugar felt really-- creepy – hitting my face and going inside my shirt, and a little powdery cloud went everywhere. Even after sweeping the floor thoroughly, it was completely sticky. I had to wipe it with a wet cloth.
Then I needed baking powder, couldn’t find any, and went to the basement to scout out the spare. When I got to the top of the stairs, I turned off the main light, saw that the kitchen light downstairs (separate switch) was on. I turned on the main light and when I got to the bottom of the stairs, the kitchen light was off. I found this out when I flipped the switch and it turned on. Good thing stuff like this happens to me all the time, so I wasn’t freaked out.
After mixing the peanut butter cookies, I went to wash my hands and found bright blue stuff near the mixing bowl and all over my hands. At this point, I began to get freaked out. What was that stuff?!?? After much investigation, it turns out that I accidentally tipped a slightly-open little jar of paste food coloring onto my hand in the cupboard.
Advice: don’t bake anything from scratch when it’s past your bedtime.
This morning, I’ve gotten up early, all psyched about baking some sourdough bread. But many things, not so weird have already deterred me. A) The kitchen is a disaster! B) I can’t find the darn dough hook C) I’m staaaaarvng ! So, my solution? Sit and eat my cream of wheat and hope that the kitchen cleaning fairies will show up while I’m sitting here at my computer. Stranger things have happened, right?
Thank goodness; I thought I was the only one who has “adventures” in the kitchen. Getting ‘tsp’ and ‘tbs’ confused is bad enough, but I won’t ever confuse baking soda and baking powder ever again. Yuck.
Forgive me, but, while I sympathize with the situation, I am confused as to how dry sugar would make the floor sticky. Surely you could just sweep it away, no harm done?
I can imagine the horror at seeing blue goo all over. I would have wondered where the aliens had come in, and why they had sneezed in my batter.
Can I have a cookie?