And cooking in my little apartment hasn't been a huge priority, mainly because I'm spending 14 hours a day in my office. However, Kirsten and Sarah were here for the weekend and we discovered something very odd...
My stove has retarded knobs. Or at least the person who designed them was somehow wrong in the head. I would naively expect knobs to be labeled something like "1, 2, 3, 4, etc" (going up to 11 of course) or "low, medium, high". Something with some logic.
The knobs on my stove go "low, first, second, third, high".
I'm going to go home now and make some ramen. I'm thinking that I'll do it in second.