So last night, The Mr and I were discussing our plan of attack for the evening. The dogs needed to go out, our thank you cards needed to be written from the wedding, dinner needed to be made and dishes needed to be done.
The first step was easy: Take the dogs out. Done.
Then things got complicated. Neither one of us wanted to tackle the thank you cards alone and we were both hungry, but also… dishes.
So The Mr gave me two options: I could do dishes while he cooked or he could do dishes while I cooked.
We all know that I’m not a good cook at this point, but I really hate doing dishes, and The Mr really hates watching me do the dishes because he has “a system” for things and I prefer to function with… an air of spontaneity, simply just grabbing whatever dishes are closest and washing them, not at all thinking about what to wash first so that it can be used sooner or how to maximize the amount of space there is on the drying rack. Apparently this is irritating. I think it shows that I can handle whatever comes my way, but this isn’t the point of the story.
I grabbed the recipe and set to work on making two personal quiches with a side salad.
Now, it should be noted that nothing actually went wrong during the cooking process, which I think is something that deserves attention. I did not cut myself with the knife (and I had to chop and dice many things!), the fire alarm never went off, I didn’t add sugar instead of salt or anything! It was going just fine.
So remember that.
It wasn’t until the quiches were out of the oven that things went downhill. Literally.
When they came out of the oven, they were obviously very hot, which I knew and yes I used oven mitts to take them out of the oven and set them on the counter to cool, so STOP MAKING ASSUMPTIONS. I’m usually very good about using my oven mitts because, as some of you may have noticed during Sunday Supdates, my oven mitts look like bear paws and they’re amazing. PLUS, I can say that I took stuff out of the oven with my bear hands and it’s hilarious while also making me sound like a badass.
So I using my bear hands, I removed the quiches from the oven and placed them on the counter and started making the salad, assuming they would be cold enough to handle by the time I was done.
They were not.
And here is where my logic falls apart. You see, I’m usually really good about using my oven mitts, but I was really hungry by this point and I just needed to transfer the quiches to their plates, which weren’t that far away, so I was like “Instead of putting on my big, clunky bear hands again, I’ll just slide them over with a spatula. I am so smart.”
I am not smart, you guys. That quiche went down. Not only did it fall, but it, of course, landed upside-down and just splattered all over the floor, at which point I yelled “NOOOOOOOOOO” with great defiance at the universe.
The Mr: Why wouldn’t you use a pot holder??
Me: Because I had the spatula!
The Mr: Yeah, but that spatula is way too small for the — WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
What I was doing, good sir, is proving that I could do this. Yeah. I went for it with the second quiche, because I “never learn” according to some people, but you know what, dear readers? That second quiche successfully made it to its intended plate. Because I WILL NOT BE BEATEN BY A SPATULA.
Wait. That sounded weird, right? Obviously I was being figurative here – actually, no, now that I’m thinking about it, I’m being literal here too. I do not want to be beaten by anything.
We’ve reached a strange space in my brain…
Anyway, I think we’ve all learned a very valuable lesson here and that lesson is that perseverance is key. And also that maybe I should really just let The Mr handle all kitchen things from now on? But then what would happen to Sunday Supdates?
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