MY EVENTFUL, TASTY, SQUAWKING NIGHT!

Jenny,
I find tons of material for sensory sentences in the email below....how the over peppered chicken tasted, the roll of paper towels squishy to the touch...a quick retreat from the heat of the oven door..(how did it feel?)..the sound of squawking cats...the sound of crunch as Hubby ate the heath bar...etc.
see you have it, you experience it everyday...Now just write some sentences following the exercise to include all these experiences...it's good practice!
Diane


MY EVENTFUL, TASTY, SQUAWKING NIGHT

In which I burned my hand, scared the cats, overseasoned the chicken to the point that I could actually SEE the lemon-pepper glowing menacingly, , , ,

Recently, I was following my usual nighttly feisty kitchen routine , during which I set out single-handedly ton prove that I AM NOT REALLY DISABLED, AFTER ALL, but merely cook in this wheelchair for CONVENIENCE! (thus proving that I am at least SANITY-CHALLENGED!!). On this particular night, I pulled enough stuff for an entire week all at once! Even the KitchenCats (once they had quit being frightened and finished drying off) were shaking their heads in amazement at my antics. My first act was to burn my hand on the oven door despite the old cosily patterned oven mits, decorated in faded 1960's-style kitchen decor. I simply forgot that the inside of the oven door was fully as hot as the rest of the oven, and touched my hand to it, which then made me jump in horror at the searing heat and bounce my hand off another equally hot surface in my hasty attempt to avoid the first offending hot place! I then headed quickly for my handy burn cream, always close at hand. The cream was cool and comforting; I could detect just by examining the offending burn that the skin was already beginning to peel off and that I was going to have a lovely souveneer scar!

I next grabbed for the roll of paper towels standing on the counter, in an attempt to be neat and redeem myself. Cooking as I do in my chair, my chin is about 8 inches from the counter; even though I am 6 feet tall standing up, I am extremely short-waisted sitting down--that is a disadvantage when cooking in a chair! So, to pick up the toweling from the top of the roll, I have to reach up! In reaching up, I managed to knock the roll right into the sink full of steaming water, which then caused the scalding suds to splash out onto the two Kitchencats, who were lurking underfoot (underwheel??) for any dropped treats--that did NOT include soapsuds!! They both flew off squawking, more startled than hurt. They scuttled off, looking injured and deprived.

Not wishing to let my day get the best of me, I then attacked the chicken pieces I had been defrosting in the microwave--always a danger, as the bottom shelf of the appliance sits just above my eye level! I carefully rescued my chicken pieces and put them in their final pan to go into the conventional oven. I had prepared the pan in advance by spraying it with non-stick spray-on olive oil, sprinkled my chosen seasonings liberally in the pan--garlic salt and lemon-pepper. After I got my defrosted chicken parts into the pan, I proceded to inflict another layer of the spices on the top of the meat. Sufficice it to say that one layer of the spices would have been more than enough; the chicken had a strong lemon-pepper taste that puckered the lips and smarted as it slid down the throat. Fortunately, it was served over fluffy rice; that managed to tone down the overly-savory taste somewhat.

Exhausted from torturing my pets, skin. and food, I put my head back in my chair and took a brisk nap. Not everyone is comfortable sleeping sitting up; I am short-waisted enough to pull it off with comfort when I am desperate enough!