3 hours ago
Monday, February 11, 2008
Miss Lucy's dizzy kitchen
I was thinking back on some of my (now) funny mixups of last week. I broiled a birthday cake! I ran out of hair color while the client was sitting in my chair, and I had to leave her alone 20 minutes while I drove to and from the beauty supply store. This is the first time I had done this, but I felt like a total ditz!
The cake amazingly tasted great, although while frosting it, it broke in half. In my typical frenzied state of mind, I was trying to accomplish much too much in my crazy kitchen. I had stuffed mushrooms in the broiler while I was mixing up a cake mix. I was also boiling eggs, washing clothes, ordering a pizza, emptying my dishwasher and Talking to my son. He needed a ride to the train station, I said " Wait till I get these mushrooms cooked, then I will put this cake in the oven and we can go". I turned the dial down to 350 but I Forgot to turn the other knob from broil to bake. AFter 26 minutes, The toothpick came out clean, the cakes looked great, it wasn't until I went to shut off the oven that I noticed my error. I was expecting that cake on the little rascals, remember -
Weeeeeep Wooooop! Since this cake was for company the next day, I thought let me play it safe and just start making another. Good thing, because when the broiled cake became split in two... it wasn't 'company worthy.' WE ate it! We thought it actually tasted moister than usual.
Usually, I am so upset with myself because of how forgetful and dizzy I've been lately. BUT, when I think about the amount of tasks that I do in a day. The amount of things on my mind. The amount of things I DO remember constantly... I am not ready for the nut house yet! Although... The other day I got this cute email which proves me wrong!-
During a visit to the mental asylum, a visitor asked the Director what the criterion was which defined whether or not a
patient should be institutionalized. "Well," said the Director, "we fill up a bathtub, and then we offer a teaspoon, a teacup and a bucket to the patient and ask him or her to empty the bathtub."
"Oh, I understand," said the visitor. "A normal person would use the bucket because it's bigger than the spoon or the
teacup." "No." said the Director, "A normal person would pull the plug. Do you want a bed near the window?"
DID YOU PASS OR DO YOU WANT THE BED NEXT TO MINE?