Nothing much.

Nothing much happened today. I made Tuscan-style steak over arugula and it was quite good, and that's fortunate, because strip steaks aren't cheap. ^^;; We're probably going to have heinously overcooked swordfish for dinner tomorrow. I can't make those two listen to reason, I really can't. I'm just going to have to resign myself to the fact that if it's not me or Lauren making dinner, things are going to be overcooked and there's no way to prevent it, unless I clonk Mom and Dad over the head and steal the pan from them. I'm tired of scolding Mom for leaving a burner unattended or refusing to use a meat thermometer...or not salting the pasta water. -_-;; Just last week, we got in a fight because she likes to cook my brothers' their own special meal while I'm cooking for the rest of us, and she was making fried potatoes with onions--she doesn't prepare the ingredients ahead of time, so she'll have the pan of hot oil on the stove and be cutting ingredients directly into it. So, I was standing at one burner, stirring something, and she was pacing in the middle of our tiny kitchen, cutting an onion INTO HER HAND with a boning knife, and she bumped into me and almost stabbed me in the back! ::screams:: I know I have to learn to just let people be but I am really tired of yelling at her to stop swinging knives around! She's going to hurt somebody! And she's cut herself before. Don't you learn to carry a knife with the point down in middle school??!!

I feel like half the reason why I'm so neurotic is because everybody here is so careless.