I'm putting it out there. I know it's disgusting, but I'm going to say something. I was taking Musinex (D if you're wondering) for the after-effects of my cold, trying to ward off a sinus infection before it happened. Now, when taking Musinex, I usually experience the typical symptoms of hyperactivity, heightend sensitivity in my nerve endings, and dry mouth. But something else I experience that everyone who had taken Musinex has experienced? It gives your urine a funky sweet smell. That's right! I said it! It makes your pee stink!
I thought I was the only one this pill affected. I'm not. I admitted it to a friend of mine, preceded by a warning that what I was about to reveal was not at all appropriate or necessary. She then confirmed my suspicion that I was not alone. That other people are smelling up the planet just by popping a little pill designed to rid yourself of phlegmy sinuses. Why don't they put that one side effect on the label? Warning, may create pungently sweet urine.
Huh, I just realized something. Maybe it's supposed to be that way. When you smell it, that means you're getting better?
Just a thought.
I think I need to take a baking break for a while. Every time I come across a new recipe, I HAVE to try it. Flipping through a supermarket magazine, I noticed a recipe for hummus. I love me some hummus. And it looked easy! The recipe offered the emulsifying capability of a food processor or a blender. I didn't have a processor, but I had a blender. Score! I was going to make me some cheap hummus! I gathered up the ingredients, a sixty-five cent can of chick peas, a fresh lemon for jjuice, and five gallons of gas for the amount of fuel I burned hunting down tahini (sesame seed paste) in no less than three stores. Okay, so having all the other things, the tahini cost me $7.50 a can. Already, I was over the amount of what it would cost me to buy pre-made, but figuring the tahini can would make five or six batches, it would pay for itself in the end, right?
You know those questions never end well.
Placing all the ingredients into my blender, I set the speed on puree and watched...nothing. Yeah, turns out that when you blend something, if the liquid's not very thin, there's nothing to create a pull underneath the heavy garbanzos which sit above the blades like little balls of fail. I tried the small amount of actually pulverized hummus and found it delicious, but lacking the full potential I knew it had. Now, some people may like their hummus chunky, but I prefer creamy myself. So John went out to buy me a "cheap" food processor. And came home with a hundred dollar Oster. (mostly because the box said "puree" when no other did)
Okay, what's the tally so far? Beans, tahini, food processor... $108.17. For a cup's worth of hummus.
Wait, there's more.
John put the entire thing together so I could finish demolishing the chickpea glop I had at this point. And it didn't work. He took it apart again, and checked the instructions. Assembled it once more. Lights were on, but the motor wasn't home.
"Screw it, I'll use the blender to finish this batch. Take it back and forget about a food processor for now."
While he placed all the crap components back into the box it came from, I hauled out the cleaned blender once more to at least finish what I started. Thinking I would be creative, therefore not using my mind safely, I grabbed one of the leftover plastic baby spoons to try to help the beans reach the bottom.
Right. Not smart. I KNOW THIS.
Of course, I slipped the spoon too far and it hit a blade, which chopped off the tip of the spoon. (I basically circumsized it.) So I couldn't use the current experiment as it was because it was either dig through the mess, or possibly poison people who dared to dip a carrot into my questionable spread. (Hey, you never know. Those spoons WERE made in China, you know.)
John returned the defective piece of, um, shredder and continued on his erranding ways to Costco where he spotted a Cuisinart processor for less than thirty dollars. He bought it, thinking we would need one anyway.
Of course, he also bought a premade party size container of hummus as well. So, hmm, we have one hundred and forty-eight dollars and some change for no homemade hummus.
At least my math skills are in working order.
I was able to salvage my experimentation by baking a scratch batch of soft pretzels. That bolstered my confidence some when I dipped THOSE in the commercial hummus. Yum.
I got the sinus infection anyway. Damn Musinex..
Okay, my immune system can't take much more today. Go spread some germs over at Keely's site. It's The Un Mom in case you've never heard of her. Which I know you have. Otherwise, you'd never have heard of me.
Happy Tuesday, all!