Stephan's birthday is this weekend. I have everything planned. Go the German club tomorrow to meet with our group, Spruce Meadows for show-jumping and horse stuff all day Saturday till 5, and then dinner with our cousins Johnny and Rachel after that. I'm making home-made Rouladen, Spaetzle, carrots and Traditional German Cheesecake.
So I ordered the Rouladen meat on Monday, and did my grocery shopping on Tuesday. I made the cheesecake after work and stuck it in the oven. I went to pick up the Rouladen meat today....raw slices....and they gave me 10 COOKED Rouladen. That's right, COOKED. I was not impressed. So that left me scrambling, at 7pm, to find rouladen meat. It's for dinner on Saturday, but I needed it so I could prep it (roll it) tomorrow before the German club, since we will be gone all night, and then all day Saturday. My only option was to buy it store-bought and packaged, instead of good fresh meat. I was very upset and disappointed.
I go home and take the cheesecake out of the oven. And then I start baking some cookies to bring to the German Club for snacks later on Friday evening. At 8pm at night, Stephan asked me if I will bake a 2nd cheesecake so that we have 1 for the German Club, and 1 for Saturday night dinner.
Because I am such a loving and awesome girlfriend, I said yes, provided Stephan went and got the groceries I needed, including a 2nd pan (as I couldn't take use the 1 pan I had, since it had a cheesecake currently cooling in it). Which he did, because apparently he really wanted the 2nd cheesecake to bring to the club. He made one more request for me to start some fish sticks for him while he was gone, so he would have something to eat when he got back. Again, I said yes.
So here I am, Stephan is gone at the grocery store. I am rolling out the left over dough I had for the 2nd cheesecake, baking the last of the cookies, starting the batter for the cheesecake and cooking Stephan's fish sticks. And then the fire alarm starts going off. Great. I get it stopped, open the windows. It goes off again. The cookies are close to burning as I try to stop the fire alarm, and I'm cursing and swearing up a storm enough that our neighbours upstairs come down to see if everything is ok and I need help. I thank them, but said I'm ok, just trying to cook/bake 4 things at once.
Stephan gets back at 9:10, and I finally get the 2nd cheesecake in the oven at 9:30. It takes 1.5 hours to bake. So now I'm up until 11 (I'm usually in bed at 10/10:30) and I have to wake up at 5:15am for work at 6:30. After the cheesecake finishes at 11, it has to sit in the oven for 30 minutes, and then on the counter for an hour before it can go in the fridge.
I'll let Stephan wait up with the cheesecake while it cools enough to go in the fridge. I'm going to bed as soon as that thing gets out of the oven! Only for Stephan would have I said yes to a second cheescake at 8:30 at night. What a crazy day it has been.
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