It started after midnight.
Any blogger worth his or her salt knows that the best time to make massive changes to a blog is in January. RPMs are ridiculously low after advertisers have splurged on holiday campaigns, and any negative impact is unlikely to be felt.
So, I did it. Started yesterday. First blog's redesign went well. But with the second one, there were huge issues which I worked on until 5.00 a.m. Not that I finished everything in one sitting. But things were in place and what remained to be done were minor tweaks like margins and paddings. The sun was up when I finally snuggled under the comforter. I slept soundly thinking that work would be lighter when I woke up.
But today didn't start well.
First, the dogs. Check-up and shots were overdue because of the holiday break. The queue at the vet's clinic was always long between Christmas and New Year, and because of quarantine protocols, dog owners weren't allowed inside the clinic. Must wait outside. In the heat under the sun. This is the tropics, after all.
So, it was decided that a few days won't hurt. Perhaps, the queues would recede. But Speedy and Sam arrived home earlier with the news that the queue was still horrible. I really am seriously considering asking the vet to come to the house. Alex said the clinic offers home service but the when depends on whether the clinic could spare a vet (and perhaps an assistant) for an hour or so. To free up a vet, the queue has to be light to non-existent. And if there were no queue, what's the point of home service which will probably double the fee? No one had decided on anything specific when the next disaster struck.
Lunch. Well, the result was just splendid but the process was a killer.
We were having salmon teriyaki. I seared the salmon fillets in a lightly oiled cast iron pan and, when the surfaces were beautifully browned, I poured in the sake. The alcohol dried out fast but not fast enough. When it touched the hot oil, there was a loud sizzling followed by oily spatter that just seemed to land everywhere. Like fireworks without the fire. Or, maybe, like a volcano that's starting to erupt. There was oily mess everywhere. On the kitchen island, on every object on it, and on the floor around it.
While it was happening, I just gaped and muttered, "Oh my God, the mess I have to clean." I couldn't get near the pan to turn off the stove to stop the sizzling and the spatter. Speedy managed to retrieve the lid, cover the pan and turn off the stove without injury to himself.
I must have looked and sounded terrible. Alex offered to clean the island and the floor. She started to while I transferred the salmon fillets to another pan to finish the cooking.
Crazy shit. I've been cooking since I was in grade school and food blogging for 18 years and I still have kitchen accidents. Lesson learned though. NEVER EVER pour liquid in an already hot cast iron pan especially when there is oil in it. Cast iron is simply too thick. It gets hot and it stays hot for a long time. So, even with the stove off, it takes a while for the sizzling and spattering to subside.
Amid all that, I had to plate the salmon teriyaki as though it never went through what it had just gone through. Work, you see. Food blogging is work. The flavor and texture of the fish were perfect, thank goodness. Looking at the plated meal, who could ever guess that a few seconds longer in the angry cast iron pan would have made that gorgeous salmon inedible?
And now, I sit here writing this instead of finishing the redesign of three food blogs (the newest one is perfect). I feel that I need something to perk me up first. Alex just walked in, I reached out with my hands and said, "Can I have a kiss for good luck?" She obliged then announced that while adding water to flour to make the siopao dough for tonight's dinner, two insects landed on the liquid.
Oh, boy. It looks like it's going to be a long and difficult day.
P. S. So, a minute after hitting the "publish" button, a moth flew in through the door that leads to the garden. The light from the monitor attracted it, I'm sure, so it went directly for the light, fluttered around scattering moth dust. And that means I have to clean the monitor before I start the real work.
What a day. And it's still more than five hours to ge before it ends.