Am I irrational? I like to think I'm just extra practical, but after an "episode" last night of Kimi in the Kitchen Trying to Cook (the title of my new TV show) I may after to re-think my practicalismness. It started out innocently enough. For weeks I have been dreaming about the evening where I could cook for dinner a recipe I have been dying to try since before I met my husband. I read, re-read the recipe and then looked up similar recipes to make sure I indeed had picked out the best one. I planned my shopping trip, wrote out my grocery list, and tackled the grocery store.
Parmesan cheese. Check
2 packets of 3oz cream cheese. Check. Oh wait, instead of getting 2, 3oz packets I grabbed 1, 6oz packet
Fresh Parsley. Check.
Chocolate. No Kimi, you don't need chocolate. Yes I do, no you don't. Dark chocolate is good for you. You're just saying that to justify it….check.
I'm home now; excited and ready to dive into my awesome recipe. Oh wait…*Groan* leftovers. Pastor Steve said not to throw away food. Fine, we'll have my delicious recipe tomorrow. Oh wait, tomorrow is dinner with my family and the next day is dinner with Luke's family. Monday night. We'll have my delicious recipe Monday night. The ingredients will keep until then. They better keep until then. I better clean out the fridge soon. I'll do that after the dishes. No, I'm going to wake up Luke and see if he will run with me. Oh, laundry. I need to fold some laundry. Oh! I'll go through my closet and pick out clothes for the church garage sale. Later that evening Luke found me with a half cleaned-out fridge, half-finished dishes, clean laundry everywhere, and piles of clothes and knick-knacks to give away.
Monday. It's Monday! Delicious recipe day! Luke calls. Oh…his friends are coming over tonight. He is making nachos for them. I should just make all of them my delicious recipe. Probably don't have enough for all of them. Fine I'll wait until Tuesday. Yum, nachos sound good.
Tuesday. Finally! The day has arrived. Work is over. I'm in the kitchen. It's only 4:30. Oh well, I'm going to start cooking! Okay, here we go. Melt butter and stir in two cups of heavy whipping cream. All-righty! Whipping cream. Whipping cream? Where is the whipping cream? There it is! Wait, what? It's almost empty?! Who drank all the whipping cream? Luke! I bet Luke drank it all.
It never occurred to me that Luke had never before drunk a whole carton of whipping cream on his own.
Luke, Luke, Luke! Wake up! Did you drink all the whipping cream? You didn't? Yes you did, it's all gone. You've only been sleeping four hours? Oh, sorry, but I need to know did you drink all the whipping cream? Wait, why did you go to bed so late? Okay I'll shut the door behind me. Sorry.
Milk is just like whipping cream. Milk will do just fine. It will be the low fat version of the recipe. Ramona cheese is next. Wait, Ramona cheese?? I didn't buy any Ramona cheese? How could I have missed that? I'll just double the parmesan cheese and call it good. Two egg yolks. I love separating egg yolks. This is so strange I don't remember egg yolks being in the same recipe. Oh…um, what recipe is this? Darn, I'm doing it again, using the wrong recipe. Oh well, I'm sure it's similar and I can salvage it. There, there is the correct one. Oh…..this one doesn't call for whipping cream. So I never bought whipping cream and that little bit in the fridge was from a long time ago. I'll have to apologize to Luke later. Ok, what's next? Cream cheese! I love cream cheese. I think Luke likes it to. Okay two packets of cream cheese. What?! There is only one packet here. I KNOW I bought two packets. Where is the second packet? I'll pull everything out. I know it's here. Argh! It's not here. Ah-ha! I bet Luke's friends ate the 2nd packet of cream cheese. That's where it went. Good grief!
It never occurred to me that his friends have never done that before and would have no reason to eat a whole package of cream cheese in one evening.
Luke, Luke, Luke! Wake up! Did your friends eat the cream cheese? No? Did you? I know they did. Where is it? I bet they have it. Oh, sorry. You're still trying to sleep? I need to know where the cream cheese is! Okay, I'll shut the door quietly. Good night.
Cream cheese, where is that cream cheese? The recipe calls for two packets so I KNOW I bought two packets…um, wait. 2, 3oz packets. Right. I bought 1, 6oz packet. Thank goodness! That was a close one. Oh, I should probably apologize to Luke…
