As I mentioned last week, I’m going to keep things reflective and lite over here for the rest of the year, for your sake and mine. Holidays and chronic illness do not, I repeat, do not go together like peanut butter and jelly, so this year I’m taking it easier on myself. Kind of sounds like the faint whisperings of self-compassion… 😉
This week, in the spirit of Thanksgiving here in the U.S. I thought it’d be fun to reflect on ‘oopsie daisy’ moments in the kitchen. When you’re in the moment these fails can feel so important but in reflection they often make for the greatest stories. I have two that come to mind, although one of them wasn’t exactly in the kitchen. If you feel like sharing yours in the comments, I’d love to hear them.
First you need to know, one of my guiltiest pleasures is stove-popped popcorn; I’ve made it without fail approximately a trillion times. But there was this one time…I was staying at a friend’s house and unfamiliar with their cookware, and stove-top, and decided to pop myself some good ole stove-top popcorn. Whelp, when I went to shake the older pan across the electric burner … it not only sparked, but sent a flame up, which somehow engulfed the pan in flames! I rushed the pan to the sink, put out the fire, and all was well, but I’ll never forget how terrifying it was, and embarrassing as it wasn’t my house. The second total fail that comes to mind, and I’ll try to keep this short, is the time the grill turned into raging flames. This is a long story but here is the condensed version. I had been very sick (bedridden) during most of my pregnancy and couldn’t be anywhere near raw meat without swift repercussions of the projectile type, so a few weeks after my son was born, and thankfully that issue went away, I thought it’d be sweet to grill my husband (now X) steak for dinner. Basically, the steak turned into raging flames, which were reaching the porch covering, the fire department was called, the fire was put out, and much to my husband’s disappointment there was no steak for dinner as there was literally no steak left to even be seen on the grill! Oops! Lesson learned: I now keep open baking soda and a fire extinguisher in the kitchen and have used the baking soda several times on the grill. PSA: Do this ‘open baking soda in the kitchen’ thing, tell your kids, tell the neighbors, it’s miraculous. Hoping this gave you a chuckle, but mostly hoping you can laugh at your own reflections of ‘oopsy daisy’ moments that felt like embarrassing fails at the time.
Hoping you have a lovely Thanksgiving holiday if you’re in the U.S. and if you’re elsewhere, I hope you have a lovely week too. If you have a chronic illness, and even if you don’t, be gentle with yourself this week. 🌼 A few more doodles as I follow along with the World Watercolor Prompts on Instagram.