On the topic of my faults (which are to numerous to list), I'd like to share with you the trials of my morning.
I broke an egg. In the refrigerator. I picked it up out of it's cute little egg-holder in the door and apparently my super-human grip crushed the poor thing.
It made a mess. But I cleaned it up and started scrambling some eggs (with scallions and gruyère) for breakfast.
In my typical multi-tasking way, I started the coffee. We recently got a new espresso machine...(Krups VIVO...love it). I turned it on to pre-heat (this takes about 20 seconds) and proceeded to forgot about it...for at least a few minutes. The coffee was probably burnt.
But I didn't notice.
You know why? 'Cause at about the same time, I frothed some milk and put it in the microwave...and forgot about that too...for several minutes...so when I opened up the microwave there was my cup, surrounded by a pool of frothed milk.
So I drank my potentially burnt coffee in the tiny amount of burnt frothed milk that remained in the cup. It was only 7:45 am.
Roughly 5 hours later, I was making some curried spinach for lunch and when I picked up the ricotta cheese, I noticed that the container was sort of sticking to the refrigerator shelf. The entire bottom was cracked and the liquid had flowed out enough to form a cheesy seal. I undoubtedly cracked the container in my little golf-cart-like shopping buggy, which is the equivalent of a "trunk" for someone without a car. This buggy makes it easy to not waste plastic bags when shopping, 'cause you just toss everything back into your little buggy when you go through the checkout. It also makes for potentially big messes when you break something. This wasn't the first, nor will it be the last.
I can hardly wait to see what crazy mishap awaits me at dinner time.
Posted by amy at January 26, 2004 03:52 PMHey, sounds like every time I try to cook! :)