Rant #3,806: Something's Burning

Coming back from our vacation, my wife has been given some strange hours at work.

To say that she is not pleased is an understatement.

The hours are much later than normal, and it throws everything out of whack.

It has also forced me to be the cook for myself and my son for dinner--my wife eats when she comes home--and while i don't mind doing this, let's just say I am not much of a cook, or a chef, or a meal maker, whatever you want to call it.

I can cook something for lunch using the toaster oven, but using the regular oven is another story.

On Monday, I used our oven for one of the few times since we have been living in this apartment.

The last time I used it, I didnt even know how to shut it off. It is an electric oven, and it doesn't have a "proper" "Stop" button.

I discovered that the "Stop" button is on the oven's touch screen.

It is in red, and against a black background, my color blindness--or color deficiency--prevented me from seeing it.

My son--who, happily, did not inherit this problem--pointed it out to me as I panicked, using up my phone's power trying to find a site that could help me out.

On Monday, with the "Stop" problem behind me, I bravely cooked my son chicken, and according to him, it came out fine.

Me, I made myself a Boboli pizza in the toaster oven.

I also started a veggie burger for my wife in the toaster oven.

I had to do it again in Tuesday, and for my son, I made him something a bit simpler--

Two chimichangas, which i heated up, with fries, in the toaster oven.

For me, I didn't know what I wanted, and finally settled on--

A bowl of chili, mixed with cheese and some chips, which i heated up in the microwave oven.

I boiled an egg for my wife, on the stove top.

No problems there.

And I have to go through all of this again tomorrow.

Hopefully, my wife's hours will return to normal in the coming week, even though I have seemed to get through it all pretty well.

More importantly, I don't like her working later hours.

She has done it in the past at various jobs, and I cannot relax until she gets home.

That is how I am, and I don't think.i will ever change.

But if this situation continues, I am now more up to the task.

Heck, I am ready to cook things like ... maybe a roast beef ...

If I could afford to buy one.