I'm not one to say no when people ask me to do things, because I genuinely like to help. However, I also really like time to myself. Sometimes it's hard to find a balance between the two. This month happens to be one of those times.
Last weekend was a prime example of how things can take a wrong turn very quickly. After spending a great afternoon in the sun with friends and then then watching WV in the playoff games for the first time since 1802 I went to sleep having had a great day but with many thoughts on my mind. Sunday I was helping host a bridal shower for a great friend, but in all my relaxing on Saturday, I had really done nothing to prepare. Sunday morning I shot up out of bed and started running. I still needed a hand full of items from the grocery store, I needed to cook, and more importantly, I needed to shower and get ready. In all of my running around on Saturday I had meant to buy I dress, but that never happened, so I had no clue what to wear. I ran out to the grocery store - grabbed everything I needed and was back home in 15 minutes. So that I wouldn't get too distracted cooking, I set the kitchen timer for one hour. In a poor attempt at multitasking I took out the ingredients for two dishes. As I was prepping one, I realized that the butter for the other was not going to soften quickly enough. Easy I thought, as I threw the two sticks of butter in the microwave and hit 10 seconds.
All of a sudden, and just as I heard the first crackling noise I thought - that butter had a foil lined cover. I sprang across the kitchen to pull the door of the microwave open, but sadly, it was too late. The smell of charred foil was already spreading across my tiny kitchen.
But I did have softened butter.
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