We cooked a Grenadian supper Saturday night and Nate started a fire out back on the concrete. We live in town right? I told him to let me know when the pot was good and hot. So he did. We dumped the sugar in to burn it and it was melting so nicely when there was an explosion. Nate acted all nonchalant about it and I was irritated. I hate explosions. It happened again… he tried to tell me that the concrete would soon dry out and it’d be fine. I was worried about the neighbors calling the police. Well just as the sugar was burned to perfection and I was ready to add water there was one final huge blow and the pot fell off of it’s resting spot and the fire blew to bits and all the ash landed in the pot. I rounded up the girls and headed into the house thankful we were still alive. I met the neighbor lady Bonnie on the way, I'm sure she was investigating and I said, “Your yard looks so nice” she had mowed. Nate didn’t tell her what was going on either. Poor lady was probably wondering. The fire was really out back kind of hidden by a shed. I really did not want to admit that we had a fire. Besides the fire was gone now. So we started all over burning the sugar on the stove. That was about all the drama I could handle. Thankfully things went much better from there on out.
My parents are starting a new line at work. Printing on wooden boards, or boxes, I'm not sure what we're calling them yet. I sent Dad a sample the other day and woolah! I have art for my wall. How fun. It pretty much is the same as printing on a canvas but with crisper edges.
The kitchen is calling my name. Not happy with the latex paint the Sherwin Williams guy talked me into for my cabinets, I stopped in to buy some oil based yesterday. Ready to have it all put back together. I am happy that I can finally use my bin pulls. I bought these for another project years ago and have the perfect amount. Nice when some things work out.