Nothing makes me feel as insignificant or un-adult as going to the hardware store. I’m not saying I know much about home repair and am not about to try claiming to be a handyman, but I’ve done enough odd jobs and watched enough YouTube to have a vague idea of what I’m doing and what I lack in knowledge, I make up for in fearlessness.
Or I’m just minding my own business checking out the junction boxes and no one can just leave me alone. I realize it’s their job but I don’t see them bothering the guy with a beard and flannel shirt. Only the skirt-wearing, baby-toting mom.
Salesman: Can I help you?
Me: Thanks, but I’m good-just looking for the right one of these.
Salesman: What are you doing?
Me: Looking for the right junction box and screws for a light fixture
Salesman: I mean, why do you need a junction box?
Me: Because I’m replacing the light in my closet and there isn’t one there.
Salesman: Yes, there is
Me: No, there’s not. I know there’s supposed to be, but there’s not so I need one and the screws to put the light up.
Salesman: When you take your old light fixture down, just use those screws and you don’t need a junction box
Me: I do because there’s not one in the ceiling and there was a florescent light before and now I’m putting in a flush mount which I bought from Ikea so the fittings are different and I need the screws so I can adapt it to this American-sized junction box. This is what I need. Thank you so much though
Salesman: You don’t need an adapter or screws. Your light fixture comes with them or there should be some from the light you took down.
Me: I took down a florescent light and that’s not at all what I’m putting up there so I need to re-figure the whole thing.
Salesman: that’s weird and sounds like too much of a project for you. You shouldn’t have to do any of those things. Your ceiling has a junction box in it and your old fixture has the screws.
Me: Hmmm. Thank you so much for your help. I know this issue sounds weird but think I can handle it.
And I did. Turns out I got exactly the right things and my project turned out perfectly. Well, by perfectly, I mean that it probably took more brainpower and time than it should have but the end result was I now have a beautiful light and only had to patch two holes. What I lack in knowledge, I make up for in fearlessness.
Same goes for baking. And most life situations, now that I consider it. I really, really have no clue what I’m doing but I figure “what’s the worst that could happen”. If the worst that could happen is a waste a couple hours and have to throw out a batch of brownies, then that’s a good day. Shoot, that’s a great day. I have a toddler: the usual worst-case scenarios involve irreversible damage to life, limb, and property. A pan of brownies is a piece of cake. Huh. Might should have thought that analogy through before using it. Or maybe I’ve just hit upon a new recipe: brownie cake! Oo! Stay tuned….
And in the meantime, make these brownies. Live on the edge.
- 1 C butter, melted
- 1 C pure cane white sugar
- 1 C pure cane brown sugar
- 4 eggs
- 2 tsp vanilla
- 3/4 C dark cocoa powder, sifted
- 1 tsp salt
- 1 tsp baking powder
- 1 Tbsp espresso powder
- 1 2/3 C flour, sifted
- 2 C chocolate chips
- Pre-heat the oven to 350.
- Beat butter and sugars together until creamed.
- Add in eggs and vanilla and cocoa.
- Stir in dry ingredients until well combined.
- Fold in chocolate chips
- Pour batter into greased 9x13 pan. Bake at 350 for 25-30 minutes or until edges look done. The middle will still be a bit gooey. They're better that way.
- Live on the edge.