Pudding. It’s supposed to be the easiest thing to make, right? I mean, how can you mess up pudding? (read this guys pudding story, it’s much better) After all, if this lady can make pudding, surely I should be able to as well, right?
From the beginning. The recipe calls for all this stuff, and non-instant pudding. I run through my store getting all the ingredients and check out fast so I can catch the bus home. I get it all, run out the bus and realize that I forgot the pudding! It’s the most important part, so like, there is no skipping it or replacing it. I end up missing my bus, but I have to get the pudding. Being the genius that I am, I buy pudding cups that you buy in the freezer section of the store. I’m thinking the non-instant pudding is the mix and the pudding cups are what I need, also I’m in a hurry so I’m not really thinking. I get home and realize how retarded I am. Back to the store.
Finally I get everything I need. So I’m making some fudge sickles or something, just rolling along and all the sudden we have mass ciaos. Note to anyone who makes pudding, when it starts boiling, REMOVE FROM HEAT IMMEADETLY! SO the pudding starts exploding everywhere, all over the stove, on me, on the floor, in the sink, you name it, it’s brown. I’m talking brown like after that one girl walked out of the bathroom at Mazzio’s Pizza one night and I had to clean it up cause I was working. Everywhere is this stuff. Also it kind of reminded me of my bloody nose and how I bleed all over my self and hands and clothes, except it was brown and not red.
So I get all the pudding cleaned up and learned on the second batch what not to do. So in the directions you’re supposed to put the pudding in a pan first, and let it half freeze, but I thought, “Eh, why wait? I’ll just poor it right into the Dixie Cups” which just happen to have a wax coating. Yeah, I don’t realize that my hot pudding is melting the wax into the mix until after I get the second batch poured as well. So I’m left with one and a half batches of Wax-Pudding-Pops for 20 MCFers who will be coming in less than five hours for the Dessert Progressive. That’s awesome.
Not only do I not have dessert, but also the house is messy. I need to get this rug that was given to my by a professor cleaned. I run down the block to ace hardware and rent a run doctor. The guy working the counter looks like Jack Osborn and I’m supposed to give him MY credit card? Fine. 30 bucks for a couple of hours of work. Kind of I know I’m being robbed, but what can I do?
I live in an apartment building, so kind of it’s not hard to be loud. Rug Doctors are loud. I feel really bad at this point. If anyone was doing anything, they’re done doing it now. I’ve ruined the rest of the buildings night and it’s only 6:30. Well, for the most part Rug Doctors aren’t are to use…until it starts spraying water by the gallon out the backside.
Update: 1. Waxy Pudding 2. Soaking wet dirty area rug.
I call the 1-800 number that comes with the Rug Doctor and she cures me of my ills. Thank you Amanda. So direct and to the point! I get most of the carpet dry and still have time to clean/pick up the rest of the house.
Still don’t have dessert though.
After discussing for way to long about what to have for dessert with Leah (we like to think we choose not make decisions, not that we’re unable to), we decide to have ice cream sandwiches. Needed are cookies and a gallon of ice cream. Like lightning I run back to my grocery store. Actually I ride a bike. It was kind of funny, I looked like a superhero or something. My jacket was flapping wildly in the wind and my shadow made it look like I was flying.
I make it back at 8:35, we went to the progressive, and ended up at our house. Turned out well, but the MCFers had no idea how hard it was to get it all done.
Fudge sickles: $15.98
Ice Cream sandwich: $11.70
Rug Doctor: $32.08
Flowers for the table: $11.24
Having people love the apartment: Priceless
From the beginning. The recipe calls for all this stuff, and non-instant pudding. I run through my store getting all the ingredients and check out fast so I can catch the bus home. I get it all, run out the bus and realize that I forgot the pudding! It’s the most important part, so like, there is no skipping it or replacing it. I end up missing my bus, but I have to get the pudding. Being the genius that I am, I buy pudding cups that you buy in the freezer section of the store. I’m thinking the non-instant pudding is the mix and the pudding cups are what I need, also I’m in a hurry so I’m not really thinking. I get home and realize how retarded I am. Back to the store.
Finally I get everything I need. So I’m making some fudge sickles or something, just rolling along and all the sudden we have mass ciaos. Note to anyone who makes pudding, when it starts boiling, REMOVE FROM HEAT IMMEADETLY! SO the pudding starts exploding everywhere, all over the stove, on me, on the floor, in the sink, you name it, it’s brown. I’m talking brown like after that one girl walked out of the bathroom at Mazzio’s Pizza one night and I had to clean it up cause I was working. Everywhere is this stuff. Also it kind of reminded me of my bloody nose and how I bleed all over my self and hands and clothes, except it was brown and not red.
So I get all the pudding cleaned up and learned on the second batch what not to do. So in the directions you’re supposed to put the pudding in a pan first, and let it half freeze, but I thought, “Eh, why wait? I’ll just poor it right into the Dixie Cups” which just happen to have a wax coating. Yeah, I don’t realize that my hot pudding is melting the wax into the mix until after I get the second batch poured as well. So I’m left with one and a half batches of Wax-Pudding-Pops for 20 MCFers who will be coming in less than five hours for the Dessert Progressive. That’s awesome.
Not only do I not have dessert, but also the house is messy. I need to get this rug that was given to my by a professor cleaned. I run down the block to ace hardware and rent a run doctor. The guy working the counter looks like Jack Osborn and I’m supposed to give him MY credit card? Fine. 30 bucks for a couple of hours of work. Kind of I know I’m being robbed, but what can I do?
I live in an apartment building, so kind of it’s not hard to be loud. Rug Doctors are loud. I feel really bad at this point. If anyone was doing anything, they’re done doing it now. I’ve ruined the rest of the buildings night and it’s only 6:30. Well, for the most part Rug Doctors aren’t are to use…until it starts spraying water by the gallon out the backside.
Update: 1. Waxy Pudding 2. Soaking wet dirty area rug.
I call the 1-800 number that comes with the Rug Doctor and she cures me of my ills. Thank you Amanda. So direct and to the point! I get most of the carpet dry and still have time to clean/pick up the rest of the house.
Still don’t have dessert though.
After discussing for way to long about what to have for dessert with Leah (we like to think we choose not make decisions, not that we’re unable to), we decide to have ice cream sandwiches. Needed are cookies and a gallon of ice cream. Like lightning I run back to my grocery store. Actually I ride a bike. It was kind of funny, I looked like a superhero or something. My jacket was flapping wildly in the wind and my shadow made it look like I was flying.
I make it back at 8:35, we went to the progressive, and ended up at our house. Turned out well, but the MCFers had no idea how hard it was to get it all done.
Fudge sickles: $15.98
Ice Cream sandwich: $11.70
Rug Doctor: $32.08
Flowers for the table: $11.24
Having people love the apartment: Priceless
posted by Mike at 9/27/2003 07:47:00 PM
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