Erika2500's Profile

Hit it with a hammer. Problem solved.

Just kidding. But, in the twelve years that I've been living in apartments vs. single-family homes (and also renting so I can't replace/move/remove the detector), I haven't had a smoke alarm that I *didn't* want to hit with a hammer. I fail to see the utility of a detector where you have to remove the battery or take the whole thing down anytime you turn your oven on.

In my current apartment, the mute button of my detector is functionally useless, the detector is wired so it still will go off after the battery is out, AND it seems to have a battery of its own so, when you take it down, it still emits pathetic little beeps. When it goes off for no reason, I take the battery out, take the detector down, and put it in the dryer.

Once, as a child, I accidentally made my eggs pretty much that way, wet and curdy and way over-beaten, for my mother's birthday. They disgusted me then as I'm sure they would disgust me now. Even the photo is gross. That's what you get when you don't stir custard constantly while it's being cooked.

My method is medium heat in a cast-iron skillet. Ideally the eggs have been beaten with cottage cheese and coarse salt. I use coconut oil, pour in the eggs and let them start to solidify on the bottom before I start scraping them off the bottom of the pan. At that point, I'll throw in some herbs or cheese if I feel like it, but only a couple of scrapes with the spatula are needed, and the result is fluffy, eggy goodness.

One other tip when moving into a new apartment is to never move in before the apartment is finished. Mine was being renovated when I saw it, was supposed to be finished a week before I moved in, and unsurprisingly (in retrospect) was "finished" the day I moved in. Where "finished" meant that the malt liquor drinking stoners who rehabbed the apartment left many things undone.

I also should have taken a closer look at the filthy, stained, smelly carpet in the building's stairwell, which has only gotten more disgusting, to the point where I can smell it in my own apartment. And I shouldn't have assumed that the myriad construction junk in the garage would ever be disposed of. It's been a year and a half since they finished renovating the building, and still the junk remains.

At this point, I've given up on finding a landlord who will take care of a property half as well as I would were I an owner.

It's great to stand out, but functionality is important too. I tend to lose (accidentally or by design) cards that don't fit in my card holder. Sometimes boring is the better choice.

I love the colander idea. Off to Goodwill I go.

I agree with the art recommendations, but I think it would be really interesting to find or make a piece of artwork (ideally on a stretched canvas) that fits that space perfectly.

My sister had a doorway to nowhere in her former living room. Her solution was to commission a work of art from a friend that fit the space. The doorway made an excellent frame.

I have a set of fine china I inherited from my mother. Over time, I've had to cull chipped and otherwise damaged dishes, which is mostly fine; I started out with 16 place settings. But replacements.com does not carry the dishes I have. I will have to start filling in my collection with mismatched items, especially since my china set is sorely lacking dessert and serving bowls.

For everyday eating, I've been using mismatched plates, bowls, and glasses for years. No one seems to mind.

I prefer a lower bed than a high one (I can't stand feeling like I have to literally climb into bed), but many of these are too low even for me. Ideally, I'd have a bed with enough clearance to vacuum underneath, but with no box spring and a thin enough mattress to be right at sitting height.

These trend pieces are reminding me why I don't pay attention to trends.

Given my bad luck with cakes, I suspect the "Happy Birthday" would not come out cleanly for me.

Those jar tops are amazing.