Photo: Look out, now! The plastic sheeting is out! The paint brushes are set! It is time to paint the room! Finally! Absolutely nothing could go wrong! Nothing at all! Everything is going to go according to plan!
I told you I toured that school last Friday and smelled French onion soup the entire time. Well, it triggered a fierce craving. There was just nothing in the whole world that could satisfy my need to have a bowl. So, I declared this a Meatless Monday*, broke out that America’s Test Kitchen book and got to work this afternoon. The recipe calls for 4 pounds of onions, sliced thin. There were tears. It was worth it.
Now, I’ll confess that the reason why I put an asterisk on that Meatless Monday declaration is because the soup is made with chicken and beef broth. So, while nobody says that Meatless Monday has to be strict Vegetarian Monday, it’s sorta implied and this sorta doesn’t count. But, there was no meat on our plates, nor chunks of meat in our soups. Soooooooooo…. today is Meatless Monday*.
Check out the awesome transformation of these caramelized onions!
One hour in the oven:
Two and a half hours in the oven:
After the first deglazing with water:
After 2 more water deglazings and then one last deglazing with dry sherry:
Final product, after adding the broths and a big ol’ bunch of thyme and simmering it for 30 minutes:
And then, of course, the final product:
I gotta tells ya: it was 5 hours of work, but it was totally worth it. The flavor was rich and amazing. Tasted just like it should and warmed everyone right up. The Husband and I really enjoyed it!
Little boys… well, they ate the melty cheese and then complained about the rest. *sigh*
They’ve been punks for most of the day. Good thing they spent most of their time in the newly re-opened playroom! I have decided that it’s officially warm enough to banish the toys from the living room and send everything back into the playroom! Yes!
Look at that space. For a good 20 minutes, there was even order in the room. There has been a bit of rearranging, as boys wanted the train table moved from the prime spot at the door, opting to put the floor map and their millions of matchbox cars there instead. The various legos and other building blocks took the next space over and so on and so forth. The train table, I think, is due for a make-over. Remember that farm mat I embroidered a few years ago for the school auction? I think I might make one of those for the boys…
In the meantime, I’ve got the living room to myself again! It’s a whole new house! The possibilities are endless!
The boys’ room?
You’re interested in the painting we did in there?
I… promised photos of wall color?
Um… well… this is where we’re at:
You see, what had happened was, The Husband got all geared up to prime and stuff, had my neighbor come over and errythang, but… well… the ancient wallpaper that we thought we could just paint over? It started peeling right off. The moisture of the paint was just too much for it. It just started coming off the walls.
So… back to square one.
The Husband has to strip all of the wallpaper off of the walls and re-spackle the damaged portions that he’d already worked so hard on. He found, as he was stripping the wallpaper, that there aren’t two layers, but three. *sigh*
Here is sorta how it looks right now: The white is the spackling and priming that isn’t going to work. The gray is the ugly wallpaper that we thought we could minimally take down and then just paint over. The pink with the ferns is what we found underneath.
And then there is the base layer, and weird stuff like this:
What… what even is that? I don’t even want to know.
So, what does this all mean?
It means painting won’t happen for several weeks. We probably won’t be able to prime this room again until Easter weekend. Why? Well, The Husband can’t work on the room after work because we have to move the furniture and disrupt the room, which takes too long, and then little boys need to go to bed. That means we can only work in there on the weekends. Well, our next two weekends are booked solid with important things that can’t be moved… so, it could be damn near Tax Day before this room is done.
And yeah, the bunk beds? Still coming next weekend.
Can’t put the bunk beds in until after we paint the room!
You know what that means? That’s right: a whole month of little boys asking morning, noon and night when they are going to get to sleep on their brand new, super cool bunk beds and sleep in their awesome Star Wars sheets that Mama worked so hard to get.
Frustration all around. The Husband has to lose more weekends to this project. I lose more weekends supervising the boys while The Husband works in the room. The boys don’t get to have their cool new room, even though we’ve been talking this up for the last three weeks (that’s our fault. We should have known better). But that’s what we get. It’s DIY. The moral of the story is, don’t tell the children a deadline. Maybe don’t tell the children at all.
… or only minimal information…
and don’t write it on the blog, either. Everybody just ends up disappointed.
Anyway, Dear Reader, I’m looking forward to chillin’ out in my toyless living room tomorrow. I won’t even know how to act. Will I write? Read? Craft? I don’t even know!
What are you up to this week, Dear Reader? What did you manage to accomplish over the weekend? Share something awesome. I could use some inspiration!
See you Wednesday.