So, my plan for dinner was initially a good one. I put some potatoes in the oven to roast and I was going to make a hamburger. I even put the potatoes long enough before making the burger that they'd be done at close to the same time. And then I decided I didn't feel like hauling out the Foreman and I'd just cook the patty on the stovetop. Except. Every single thing I know about cooking is about cooking on a gas stove. This stove is electric and apparently, 1) medium high is a heck of a lot hotter than on a gas stove and 2) it takes very little time to for a burger to start smoking. A lot. And so my apartment filled with smoke, the smoke alarm started going off, and my burger turned into a hockey puck while I was scrambling to open the window and wave the smoke away from the smoke alarm. The good news is that once I got the fans operating and jacked down the AC so that fan would turn on, the potatoes were done. So I at least had potatoes for dinner. And then some rolls and ice cream. Clearly nutrition was not at the forefront of my mind tonight.
But at least I tried to cook dinner? And I did eat food, even if it maybe wasn't the best choices ever. Which is an improvement over lunch which I kind of did not eat, really (I had a bagel at some point. I think when I came back from swimming with Mom). I may need to start planning weekend food into my food planning, which I have been resisting because the weekend is the time where I get to just be someone with ADHD without having to try and act neurotypical. I need a break somewhere. Work does not know about the ADHD. They just think I'm a bit quirky. In ways that probably scream ADHD, if anyone knew what they were looking at. But, I have ADHD-PI, and I am not hyperactive or a high energy person in any way. I fidget and rock and pick at my hands, but I mostly stay put, so it's easy to write all that off. Why, yes, I'm a woman. And while it was never official, because my schools never had the resources to support it, so they didn't test for it, I probably would have fit the criteria for being gifted as a kid. If they even had such criteria in the mid-80s (I think they did. I had friends in public school who were in Gifted and Talented programs. My school, they just let me read harder stuff). So, yeah. No one's looking for it, so they don't see it. That doesn't really give me any leeway, though. They may not see the extent of how hard I'm working to meet the expectations of my job, but it doesn't mean I don't have to meet said expectations.
But on the weekends, I'm really not interacting with anyone who either doesn't know I have ADHD or would care if they did know. My parents are well aware. People at church know, and besides, I have a lifetime of training in how to not be disruptive during Mass. The cashier at the grocery store doesn't care that I'm shopping at 7:30 am because doing it at any other time of the day on the weekend is just asking for trouble (I like shopping early- I'm awake anyway, because my body has definite ideas on when it's time to pee and get fed in the morning, and then it's a while before I'm ready to settle back down and sleep if I'm going to, so I might as well be productive. So I go to the grocery store- the one I prefer opens at 5 and there's at least two 24 hour stores within 10 minutes of my apartment anyway. It's quiet, I can wander around the store talking to myself and I'm not disturbing anyone because there's maybe three customers in the whole store and the staff is busy stocking so they don't notice or care. And since there's not a lot of activity, I have a better shot of actually buying the stuff I need to buy and not just random things that don't go together or that really, I'm gonna eat. And I pretty much never have to wait in line to check out. And the bakery's always stocked and it's really fresh at that time of day. My bagels today were actually still warm when I pulled them out of the case. So, yeah, 7:30 at the grocery store rocks). There's a certain level of executive functioning I have to maintain because I do have things that need to get done and there are some places I need to get to on time, but mostly, if I get distracted or wander off from something, it's not a huge deal (yes, I do set timers and stay in the kitchen if I'm cooking. The issue with the hamburger burning tonight was not an issue of inattention or executive functioning, actually. It was an issue of working with crappy equipment). And this would be why I guard my time on the weekends pretty heavily. I need the decompression space.
But at least I tried to cook dinner? And I did eat food, even if it maybe wasn't the best choices ever. Which is an improvement over lunch which I kind of did not eat, really (I had a bagel at some point. I think when I came back from swimming with Mom). I may need to start planning weekend food into my food planning, which I have been resisting because the weekend is the time where I get to just be someone with ADHD without having to try and act neurotypical. I need a break somewhere. Work does not know about the ADHD. They just think I'm a bit quirky. In ways that probably scream ADHD, if anyone knew what they were looking at. But, I have ADHD-PI, and I am not hyperactive or a high energy person in any way. I fidget and rock and pick at my hands, but I mostly stay put, so it's easy to write all that off. Why, yes, I'm a woman. And while it was never official, because my schools never had the resources to support it, so they didn't test for it, I probably would have fit the criteria for being gifted as a kid. If they even had such criteria in the mid-80s (I think they did. I had friends in public school who were in Gifted and Talented programs. My school, they just let me read harder stuff). So, yeah. No one's looking for it, so they don't see it. That doesn't really give me any leeway, though. They may not see the extent of how hard I'm working to meet the expectations of my job, but it doesn't mean I don't have to meet said expectations.
But on the weekends, I'm really not interacting with anyone who either doesn't know I have ADHD or would care if they did know. My parents are well aware. People at church know, and besides, I have a lifetime of training in how to not be disruptive during Mass. The cashier at the grocery store doesn't care that I'm shopping at 7:30 am because doing it at any other time of the day on the weekend is just asking for trouble (I like shopping early- I'm awake anyway, because my body has definite ideas on when it's time to pee and get fed in the morning, and then it's a while before I'm ready to settle back down and sleep if I'm going to, so I might as well be productive. So I go to the grocery store- the one I prefer opens at 5 and there's at least two 24 hour stores within 10 minutes of my apartment anyway. It's quiet, I can wander around the store talking to myself and I'm not disturbing anyone because there's maybe three customers in the whole store and the staff is busy stocking so they don't notice or care. And since there's not a lot of activity, I have a better shot of actually buying the stuff I need to buy and not just random things that don't go together or that really, I'm gonna eat. And I pretty much never have to wait in line to check out. And the bakery's always stocked and it's really fresh at that time of day. My bagels today were actually still warm when I pulled them out of the case. So, yeah, 7:30 at the grocery store rocks). There's a certain level of executive functioning I have to maintain because I do have things that need to get done and there are some places I need to get to on time, but mostly, if I get distracted or wander off from something, it's not a huge deal (yes, I do set timers and stay in the kitchen if I'm cooking. The issue with the hamburger burning tonight was not an issue of inattention or executive functioning, actually. It was an issue of working with crappy equipment). And this would be why I guard my time on the weekends pretty heavily. I need the decompression space.
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Date: 2015-06-07 03:29 am (UTC)1) electric can get to the same temperature, no matter the size of the burner.
2)electric heats fast and cools slow.
3)and as you saw, it gets up to some pretty high temperatures.