So it has now been a bit over two weeks since Thomas and I got married. It feels like so much longer than that! Since being married, we have moved to Utah, I started a new job as the Assistant Pastry Chef at Thanksgiving Point, I fell down some stairs, and Thomas has decided to keep me. ;)
I have to admit that I LOVE this whole wife thing. It rocks. I get to cook dinner for my handsome husband every night, which is actually super fun for me. I finally get to put my Pinterest to some good use! I have tried several new recipes, and all have been well received, luckily. But if anyone is wondering about the sudden explosion of food pins, it's because I'm obsessed! There are so many things I want to try! As I try some, I will try to document as best as I can what I tried and ow it turned out. I will also attempt to take a few pictures, although they might be from my phone. Which is okay, because the thing has an 8 MP camera on it. Oh how times have changed from when I was small.
The job is fun. It does begin a tad early for me (6 am) and is a bit of a drive (25 min), but overall I enjoy it. I get home early enough to take a nap and get some useful things done before starting on dinner, so it's nice. Most days I am just in charge of the deli goodies, which include four kinds of cake, fruit tarts, eclairs, tiramisu, chocolate-dipped strawberries, petit fours, quiche, brownies, lemon bars, strawberry crumb bars, and magic bars. Once I have that done, I generally start on any orders we have for the day, and sometimes we are super swamped with banquets, but sometimes we have it pretty easy. It's nice to have a job where I have fun and I feel like I use the skills I took out a student loan for...;)
As far as falling down the stairs, there is a bit of a story behind that. When we moved into our apartment, our landlord was having the outside of the house repainted. They were just starting, and our stairs were on the list. When I cam home from work one day, the dude who was painting asked me when I was going to be out of the house for at least 3 hours so he could pint the stairs without me needing to come or go. I told him a time, and as promised, I stayed away. When I got home I saw that it had been painted, and was supposedly dry as there was no signage to indicate otherwise. I made it about three steps down with my arms full of groceries before my foot slipped on the fresh coat of wet paint. I went down hard. There went my leather shoes and favorite pair of jeans, as well as the three new pairs of chef pants I had just bought. Not to mention my husband's new Avengers lunchbox. And, oh yeah, my shin. All bit it hard into industrial gray house paint.
All I can say is that it could have been worse.
When Thomas came home I related the tragic horror of my fall, and he cuddled me until i was sure he didn't mind the paint on his new lunchbox.
The next morning he made it clear to the painter that he wasn't happy.
I secretly smiled later that day when I arrived home from work and the painter apologized profusely, and offered to replace my pants. Of course I had forgiven him long before, but it was nice that he acknowledged his mistake and felt appropriately morose about it.
And that is the story.
Well...I think I have covered enough for now! More to come from the Tingey clan soon, I'm sure! I tend to be full of unexpected funny stories!
I have to admit that I LOVE this whole wife thing. It rocks. I get to cook dinner for my handsome husband every night, which is actually super fun for me. I finally get to put my Pinterest to some good use! I have tried several new recipes, and all have been well received, luckily. But if anyone is wondering about the sudden explosion of food pins, it's because I'm obsessed! There are so many things I want to try! As I try some, I will try to document as best as I can what I tried and ow it turned out. I will also attempt to take a few pictures, although they might be from my phone. Which is okay, because the thing has an 8 MP camera on it. Oh how times have changed from when I was small.
The job is fun. It does begin a tad early for me (6 am) and is a bit of a drive (25 min), but overall I enjoy it. I get home early enough to take a nap and get some useful things done before starting on dinner, so it's nice. Most days I am just in charge of the deli goodies, which include four kinds of cake, fruit tarts, eclairs, tiramisu, chocolate-dipped strawberries, petit fours, quiche, brownies, lemon bars, strawberry crumb bars, and magic bars. Once I have that done, I generally start on any orders we have for the day, and sometimes we are super swamped with banquets, but sometimes we have it pretty easy. It's nice to have a job where I have fun and I feel like I use the skills I took out a student loan for...;)
As far as falling down the stairs, there is a bit of a story behind that. When we moved into our apartment, our landlord was having the outside of the house repainted. They were just starting, and our stairs were on the list. When I cam home from work one day, the dude who was painting asked me when I was going to be out of the house for at least 3 hours so he could pint the stairs without me needing to come or go. I told him a time, and as promised, I stayed away. When I got home I saw that it had been painted, and was supposedly dry as there was no signage to indicate otherwise. I made it about three steps down with my arms full of groceries before my foot slipped on the fresh coat of wet paint. I went down hard. There went my leather shoes and favorite pair of jeans, as well as the three new pairs of chef pants I had just bought. Not to mention my husband's new Avengers lunchbox. And, oh yeah, my shin. All bit it hard into industrial gray house paint.
All I can say is that it could have been worse.
When Thomas came home I related the tragic horror of my fall, and he cuddled me until i was sure he didn't mind the paint on his new lunchbox.
The next morning he made it clear to the painter that he wasn't happy.
I secretly smiled later that day when I arrived home from work and the painter apologized profusely, and offered to replace my pants. Of course I had forgiven him long before, but it was nice that he acknowledged his mistake and felt appropriately morose about it.
And that is the story.
Well...I think I have covered enough for now! More to come from the Tingey clan soon, I'm sure! I tend to be full of unexpected funny stories!
