Let me begin by thanking Jennifer Remington for reminding me to chronicle my comedic misfortune in blog form.
A chef I am not. I can cook eggs, bake, prepare pasta and rice, and grill, but that is the extent of my culinary skill. I have learned how to make things that I adore and find delightful but you wont hear anyone ask me for cooking advice, ever. I do love fruit and I have a special place in my heart for yogurt.
Recently I decided that maybe I could curb my early morning hunger by having a light snack after dinner. When I wake up in the morning; a fruit smoothie, toast, and fruit just won't do. I need eggs. They fill me up and you can prepare them in all sorts of tasty ways.
So back to my snacking. I decided that yogurt would be a great choice because I could add so many yummy and healthy things to it. It take a lot of work and clean up is pretty easy. Yesterday, I was prepping classic honey, walnuts, and greek yogurt when I slipped in the kitchen on a micro-puddle from washing dishes. The yogurt was everywhere; in my hair, on the floor, walls, windows, and ceiling. The nuts and honey mocked me as they were strewn about in the white of the yogurt. So much for getting to bed at a decent time. I cleaned up my mess and took a mini shower to get the crud off.
Take 2. I had to open a new tub of yogurt and three steps from the counter, and bam. Yogurt tub plus floor equals yogurt explosion. The mess was worse than the first namely because I was using plain yogurt and not the thicker greek yogurt. I admitted my defeat and settled for a chocolate pudding. I should have given up while I was ahead.
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