Have you ever done something really boneheaded? I don't mean being forgetful -- heck, we're moms, we forget to stuff all the time. At least I do. When I was pregnant -- both times -- I would lose my keys so often that it became running joke. A very unfunny running joke. Forgetfulness is due to Mommy Brain and I'm hoping it goes away once both kids are in school. It does, doesn't it? Doesn't it?
For the record, though, our forgetfulness does not extend to the running of the household. I guarantee that any one of us can automatically answer correctly when some child/teenager/husband calls out "Mommy/Hon, where is my bookbag/briefcase?" or "Have you seen my...." ) We can also tell you the names, birthweight, time of birth, and other miscellaneous facts about the children, the pharmacies where all pertinent prescriptions are housed, activty schedules...well, you get the idea.
But what I'm really talking about here is not plain old forgetfulness. What I'm talking about something really boneheaded. Well, I've done it. Tonight, as a matter of fact.
I've been making Weight Watchers meals all week and tonight I was going to make a Roasted Red Pepper and Cheese Omelette. I pulled out my handy dandy cookbook and started tossing stuff in.
Roasted red pepper? check
2 Tbps. of salsa? check.
1 tsp of butter? check.
I commenced to stirring it all up and...whoa! Ew. That looks kind of gross...kind of like...well, I won't tell you what it looked like but it was not appetizing in the least. And then I saw the pat of butter floating there and I thought, "That's weird. What's going to happen to that butter when I put the omelette in the pan? It's probably not going to distribute evenly." And that's when it hit me.
The butter was for greasing the pan. The cheese was supposed to be added right before you folded the omelette and the salsa was supposed to go on top of the omelette as a garnish. I was only supposed to mix the first 5 ingredients, not every single item on the ingredient list.
I tried to salvage it as scrambled eggs, but something in the mix wouldn't gel. I kept stirring it and stirring it, but it would never firm up. Mr. Daddy took one look at it and said "No offense, but there's no way in hell I'm eating that." I was not offended. I was relieved.
So, I gave up and we had sandwiches. Let's just hope tomorrow night turns out better. Hey, it certainly can't get any worse!
6 years ago