Plumbers and Bread

Yesterday afternoon a plumber came and knocked on my door. He did say there was a clog, but did not pin blame (though at this point, it probably was my fault). At least he wasn't creepy, he just asked me not to use the water in my kitchen until he got it cleaned out. Turns out the clog was on the other side of my neighbors drain, so he could have had a part in it too.

My bread turned out great. I had a tuna fish sandwich on it for dinner last night. The only thing I did was use potato water instead of regular water, and the bread has this really nice texture to it. It didn't raise as much as it should have, but I believe that was due to the fact that I didn't let the potato water get all the way to room temperature before dumping it in the machine (I had stored it in the fridge). There is still some left, so I'll try again later this week, as I don't think the current loaf will last long. Last night it proved to be the perfect sandwich bread. I think today I'll have grilled cheese. Mmm.

More Potato Issues

So, after giving up on the potato zit cure (it never worked), I decided that it was time to make real mashed potatoes. After all, my potatoes were starting to grow little plants out of them, and at that point, the only think I think they are good for is a good boil and then a mixing with butter (it has to be real) and milk. Being as lazy as I am, I decided that there was no need to peel the potatoes into the sink, and then scoop them out for the trash can. Instead, I decided that my garbage disposal could use a good grinding, and I shoved them all down. I have been doing this the entire time I have lived in this apartment. About 5 years. But last night was different. My neighbor came by around 9pm to complain. Apparently, my potato skins caused his sink to back up, flooding his apartment. He said "this is the last time this happens" all stern like that would scare me. But really, it just annoys me. This has never happened before (so who is to say it was my fault?) and he was completely wasted (come to think of it, he is always wasted when he knocks on my door). And, if it really was a problem, wouldn't he have been all pissed off? Especially since he was drunk. But no, he was all calm (until he was trying to be stern), and then he walked back down the stairs without another word.

The good news though, is that I still have leftover mashed potatoes (those never go to waste around here), and today I am going to make bread with the potato water. I have never done that before, so I hope it works.

Miss Potato Head

When I woke up this morning I had the great pleasure of finding a new zit forming. I thought these things would be over by now, but apparently not. A friend told me that if I put a small piece of potato on it, that it would draw out all the gunk and heal faster. So now I have a piece of potato, taped to my forhead. At first it was rather annoying, but now I hardly notice it. But the real question is does it work? So far: no. This might be worth not trying again.