Saturday started off as a great day. I made a successful (well, almost) chocolate souffle, got a little exercise, and had a chance to clean up the house. Life was good. I even ate my vegetables.
And then?
A 40-50 foot tall tree landed on the side of our house. Somehow, we didn't notice this until about 8.30 last night. Matt called the city and before we knew it there was a crew of city workers in our yard standing around the tree. I didn't think it would be that big of a deal.
I was wrong.
The weight of the tree pulled the power cord down and it was exposed at our house's meter. The exposed hot wires posed a major fire hazard. The utility company needed to shut the power off immediately because there was a strong possibility that our house would burn down at any moment.
So, at about 9.30 pm the city workers turned off our power. The temperature outside? A very humid 87 degrees.
What happened next?
We shipped the dogs off to my MIL's house (sorry about Gravy, MIL...), and then we went back into a steamy house and grabbed our things.
Our "things" included:
- Gravy's kennel (which is large enough for a German Shepard...he's only 38 pounds). Moving his kennel took some major elbow grease. I wasn't a fan of that.
- Biscuit's stinky pillow (arrggg...I was about to wash the thing too...)
- Clothes (but forgot my toothbrush and toothpaste...ewww)
Last but not least we stuffed half of the contents of our refrigerator in ice-packed suitcases (for some reason we don't own a cooler). What went into these ice cold suitcases?
- The chocolate souffle I had made that afternoon
- Frozen steaks (probably 100s of dollars worth of steaks...Matt won a bunch of steaks for a work promo not too long ago)
- Butter
- A bunch of other stuff
- My chocolate transfer sheets (which are really expensive and have to be refrigerated or they will melt.)
- My chocolate (and I'm not a normal person when it comes to chocolate. I have POUNDS and POUNDS of very expensive chocolate in my pantry. I use it to make chocolates in the fall and winter to sell at a local coffee shop)
- A bunch of other stuff (but not the ratatouille)
- And, of course, the quiche
Then the real fun began. I had to figure out a way to tame my crazy puppy. He howled. He wined. He cried. He howled some more. He was muzzled. He finally fell asleep. Maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit here, but you get my point.
I had planned to make an apple tart today. Those plans are on hold. Is it kind of insane to be worrying about apple tarts when exiled from my house? (And exiled with my naughty dog?)
Maybe.
What a life.
God save the quiche!