The Mystery Of The Exploding Pyrex

Blue_pyrexI was happily cooking carbonara sauce for dinner in a blue Pyrex glassware on the stovetop while my little girl was hunched on the floor drawing for her homework. Everything seemed normal and the scent of the cream sauce filled our little home. The pasta was all ready and was cooling on the kitchen counter and we were really looking forward to dinner. My daughter and husband love pasta.

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Not my picture. Too busy cleaning and making sure we were okay to take one. It looked like this only a gooeyer, messier mess of cream sauce all over the kitchen.

As soon as the carbonara sauce was done, I grabbed the pot holders and placed it on the kitchen counter beside the pasta. I turned my back on our precious dinner to get placemats for the dinner table and heard a loud crack and something hit my leg. I turned around to check on my Bea on the floor and saw the big mess. Shards of glass and carbonara sauce was splattered all over the floor. The Pyrex I used had apparently exploded into smithereens. Cream sauce was all over the floor and I had to check if my daughter was okay since broken glass reached all the way to the livingroom. I grabbed our perky puppy who thought carbonara sauce all over the floor was a gift from heaven. Glass was on the kitchen counter, sink, floor, all over the pasta beside it, and the living room floor.

“How could that happen? It’s Pyrex.” I thought. I’ve been cooking on Pyrex as long as I can remember. My mom did the same thing. My grandmother too.

Of course,I had to double check if it did explode or if I made a mistake and placed the Pyrex on a precarious position and it fell. Nope,the bottom of the glassware was still on the countertop, broken into pieces. It did explode and I lost dinner.

I’m a huge Nancy Drew fan. This needed investigating. I reviewed everything I did: Cook on stove –pot holder- on the counter – boom! I analyzed it for a few minutes then decided to make my life easier and Googled. There are countless of exploding Pyrex stories and I’m glad no one got hurt at my home. Some people were not as lucky.

One article states that the changes in material composition of Pyrex (from soda lime silicate glass instead of the original Pyrex borosilicate glass composition) has something to do with this. See : http://www.techfragments.com/1608/exploding-pyrex-cookware/ 

This explains why our grandmothers and mothers never had this explosive problem. Others say it’s the sudden change of temperature and that we should follow the glassware/ cookware instructions that Pyrex now has. They must be fully aware that their product isn’t what it used to be. Sorry, grandma..you can’t cook in Pyrex anymore.

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Instructions..read them. Forget what grandma and mom said.

Keep the following in mind too when using Pyrex:

  • Keep away from granite kitchen tops and wet/damp surfaces after baking or placing hot items on it.
  • Use a welder’s mask.
  • Make sure your food is cold when you serve it.
  • Have an extra meal ready.

Zee

Vortex of Hopelessness

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The vortex of hopelessness.

Have you ever had one of those problems that make you feel like you’re just sucked into this black hole and that there’s just no way out? It feels like you’re endlessly falling and there just isn’t a way out of it?

The kind wherein you’re dizzy, want to throw up, have anxiety attacks,  want to cry and just run away. It sucks big time. Not only does it suck, it will still be there even if you say it sucks.  Well, I’m having one of those. I was perfectly fine till 4 this afternoon and everything just went spiraling down into the vortex of hopelessness.

My brain is currently on a freeze and you know it’s bad because I can’t even crack a joke.

Don’t get me wrong, everyday I’m thankful for my wonderful husband, daughter and family. They’re everything to me and they just light up my life. There are just some problems in life that just engulf you, you know? Eats you and swallows you up.

This is really just a pointless post. I just wanted to distract myself from the anxiety. I really can’t see the humor in it now. Maybe tomorrow or next week or months from now. All I know is that at this moment, I feel like I just want to sleep and not wake up until everything is over.

What do you do when you get this kind of problem?

Zee

10 Reasons Not To Use Microsoft Word Art At Work

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Last week, I received a 31 slide presentation that basically used Microsoft Word Art for each and every text used. I unfortunately had the sad role of collating all the presentations sent out and it included this monstrosity. I had to double check if the sender was a child because in my head, only a child would send such a cringe- worthy thing. I mean, really. It didn’t make sense that a 40 year old would use this much Word Art. The bendy, fat, colorful letters and the clip arts that are just meant to annoy people have no place in a corporate presentation. So, I conclude that person secretly hates me. She must hate the fact that I keep microwaving popcorn in the pantry and fill the air with buttery popcorn scents at work. She must have thought:

” For every corn you pop, I’ll give you a faux drop shadow, bevel and emboss.”

“You pop some more and I bend this letter until you can’t understand it.”

” You chose cheese flavor this time..you deserve a multi-colored, gradient-filled extravaganza!”

*Bwahahahaha! Evil laugh*

In my opinion, Word Art was added by the devil in Microsoft to make people have a false sense of creativity. I cannot convince everyone to  not use Word Art but I will try. I will make it my life’s work, I will make it my mission.

10 REASONS NOT TO USE MICROSOFT WORD ART AT WORK

  1. Word Art died together with acid washed jeans. Do not bring it to life.
  2. Do you know that once you turn text into Word Art, it’s Word Art forever? You can’t turn it back into normal text. You have doomed that poor text’s life forever! (and normal people have to retype the document) You want to make sure something isn’t copied? Turn it into Word Art, not a PDF file.
  3. If your boss or God forbid Human Resources uses Word Art, it might catch on and create a culture of oompa-loompas, Bananas in Pajamas and Barney at its worst. Imagine Sales Reports in Word Art.
  4. Unless your mind is bent, don’t bend the words.
  5. Word Art is not creative. It’s just plain lazy.
  6. Color is tolerated. An entire Crayola box of colors (64 color box with the sharpener at the back) is not even close to appropriate.
  7. It might ignite office mates to bring in semi- automatic guns to work and just do a shooting spree. It just messes up the mind, you know?
  8. Word Art + Clip arts is a lie from the devil. I’m sure it’s in the Bible somewhere.
  9. Focus on the content and not annoying people.
  10.   Studies show that people who use Word Art are doomed to have less sex.

I am close to drafting a petition for Microsoft to abolish Word Art. Please support me.

Zee

Flappy Bird Rant

I’ve been playing Flappy Bird for an hour. It started with my asking my hubby “How do you play Flappy Bird?” and everything just went spiraling down.

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Boink! Die.

Flappy Bird does not help whatever anger
management issues I may have. Seriously.

The darn bird keeps dying on me. Boink! Die. Boink! Die. Darn bird. I hate him. The chances of me having carpal tunnel before I can ever get to have a decent score is higher.

Who invented this evil game anyway? Some autistic freak who just wants to see birds suffer? Was he a descendant of those piggies from Angry Bird? Right now, I hate him and poor person is probably gathering so much global negative energy now, and will be the cause of the apocalypse. God forbid.

It doesn’t help that Mark is listening to Backstreet Boys and NSync while playing this game. It’s the perfect formula to unleash the Incredible Hulk within me. I can feel my blood boil as the bird flies and the boy bands sing. Oh God.

I better stop this and never play it again. For the love of my children (namely Bea and Vader the poodle) and my children’s children. I don’t even play video games. As a final message about this game:

Never say your high score of 6 is a fluke. You worked darn hard on it. Too darn hard!

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Hard work pays.

*Uninstall*

Zee

Eyebrow Fetish

I’m a bit eyebrow obsessed. Fine, that’s an understatement. I spend a considerable amount of time landscaping my eyebrows. Maybe more than an average girl. I was born or some people say “blessed” with pretty thick brows.

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Thank you for the neanderthal eyebrows, Dad! 🙂

My hubby doesn’t mind because he also spends a considerable amount of time manscaping his beard. I never realized men spend more time grooming than women till I met him. You can read about his mustache and beard adventures here: http://whoismdj.com/2011/05/02/hair-today-gone-tomorrow-the-shaving-adventures-of-mdj-superstar/

If I were stuck in a desert island, the only thing I would bring would be a tweezer because if I get a chance to get rescued, I don’t want rescuers leaving behind the cave woman.

Well groomed eyebrows make so much of a difference. They frame the face and transform one from a  frog to a princess..or however that fairytale goes.

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In movies, pre-princess always has unruly brows.

So, for a while, my eyebrows were pretty much always in a state of surprise. Not the 90’s overplucked ones but constantly up there. It didn’t help my bitchy resting face.

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Suprise!

Then there’s Cara Delevingne. Model du jour. She’s all over magazines, billboards, ads and have eyebrows that deserve their own zip code..and she’s gorgeous.
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I decided, if she can do it then I could. For a couple of months, I put down my holy tweezers and just let them grow. Grow, my pretties! Grow! It wasn’t easy..the awkward growth drove my obsessive-compulsive self nuts. And they grew..a lot.

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I named my eye brows “Cathypillar and Lily”

Errr…I wore my furbies this way for a while and eventually realized that I discounted the fact that Cara Delevingne is also as cute as button.

I had pretty mixed feedback about my new pet eyebrows. From ” I love them and they make you look young!” to *silence*. I think they were too polite to say that I should change my name to Hilda or Quasimodo or George of the Jungle…but I could feel it. They judge me, Cathypillar and Lily. I mean who wouldn’t notice those things staring at you?

Eventually, I decided that I wasn’t Cara Delevingne and my pets bothered me. Though, it has uses like make sure I have an entire canopy to keep sweat away. The bush above my eyes just didn’t feel right and I had to grab my holy tweezers and start grooming. This time, more of a compromise between Disney’s Evil Queen and Ariel. I don’t know if I’m making sense. Doesn’t matter…I made an illustration:

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The attempt to have friendlier eye brows.

Drawn in brows scare me. The kind with the squared off edge and pointy ends. It seems unnatural but hey, those are their eyebrows and not mine. I’m sure they take as much time grooming/ drawing them as well. Best to have a professional like Brow House do your brows if you seem unsure and just maintain what the aestheticians have done. Which should have been I should have done. They say eyes are the windows of the soul and eyebrows frame the face..or something like that. I think I’ll continue to obsess about them till I’m old and they start graying. You really can’t live without them unless you’re Whoopi Goldberg…hmm…that just might be something to think about.
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Zee