Butternut squash is a tricky vegetable. It's hard to peel, hard to cut, and really delicious. This squash makes you work for it. Now we'll start with the peeling. I tried to do it like Giada showed me. She cuts off the ends, then again in half so she can take her knife and just cut the skin off. Massive fail because my knives need sharpened. So I busted out my peeler and got to work. Not easy, but it got the job done. The sweet potatoes were much easier. The result was awesome, and I couldn't have been happier with the meal.
After dinner I was trying to clean up and realized that peels had clogged our garbage disposal. On a side note: Patrick HATES garbage disposals. If he had a list of things he hated passionately, it'd go like this - 1. Black Eyed Peas with Fergie, 2. Dirt 3. Garbage Disposals. If we ever get to build a house, he won't put in a garbage disposal.
So since the sink was clogged I left dishes all over my counter tops to be cleaned later. We ran some errands and picked up liquid plumber and hope that it'll break up the clog and I'll be good to go. No such luck - the next morning it's still clogged. Ick. Instead of calling a plumber, I emailed my dad for help. I remembered all the times my dad was under the sink after my mom tried to put potato skins down the drain. SEE!!! I GET THIS NATURALLY. THIS IS NOT MY FAULT. Of course I get the lecture - "this is why you always put newspaper in the sink when you peel vegetables" but he said he'd stop by and fix it.
My dad fixed it in about 3 minutes. He's so great. Thanks dad, if you still read my blog.
I let the pan that I roasted the veggies in soak overnight - this morning I cleaned it. I figured anything crusted on would be soft enough that it would go right through the drain. WRONG. I clogged it again. But I really thought it was ridiculous that something so soft and small could clog the sink.
Patrick was not pleased (obviously) and it was too late in the morning for him to fix it. I walked away from the sink hoping that I wouldn't turn into the Hulk and throw the sink out the window. Later in the morning I go back over to see if the water was still standing in the sink and saw that the reason the sink wasn't draining this morning: THE STOPPER WAS IN THE BOTTOM OF THE SINK. *sigh* I blame it on the infant who just learned to roll over. Next week she'll want to go to a Miley Cyrus concert.
