All in a Day's Work

My fried chicken may not exactly bring all the boys to my fourth floor apartment, but damn straight, it's (probably) better than yours (unless you grew up in the South in which case your fried chicken can probably beat my fried chicken's ass). Yeah, just chilling in my Ferrarese apartment frying out some Italian chicken cutlets. Doesn't it look good? Mmmm...

I don't know about you, but I'm feeling pretty accomplished at the moment.

I can now officially:
1) Fix an Italian hot water heater. (Oh, yeah, don't think I mentioned that we had no heat the other night... it gets down to about 27 degrees Fahrenheit here at night... and no heat in our 4th floor (basically the attic) apartment. But not to worry! I read the Italian instructions--might I just say that water heater vocabulary is not my strong point?--and fixed it. We shall never freeze again!!)
2) Do my laundry in the teeny Italian washing machine. (Okay, it's not that groundbreaking since I've been doing laundry since I was 12, but does your washing machine look like this?)

AND configure my clothes just right on the drying rack so that they dry in 1 day. In the winter. When they come out of washing machine practically soaking wet. Oh yes. I would post a picture of my awesome layout, but I don't really want pictures of my undies floating around on the internet... ;)
3) Cook pretty tasty food on a gas stove-top. And it's edible, too!

I think I'm ready to take home the gold when homemaking becomes an Olympic sport. Especially when all I had was some pretty crummy cookware to work with and no sort of measuring device in the vicinity!