Friday, January 4, 2013
A Gentle Divine Smackdown
I really was reflecting on these very things. And I really had no idea how much I needed to be slapped. But don't worry - justice prevailed. It all went south about the the time I noticed the fire in the oven.
I had turned the oven up quite hot to make pita bread, this being one of my smugly-reflected-upon moments of good planning and strong willpower, whereby I was going to accomplish something in the early afternoon that would render the evening practically struggle free. Unfortunately, while mixing the pitas I noticed an unusual amount of white smoke emanating from various orifices on my oven. Investigation revealed a small grease fire burning happily about the element. Several applications of baking soda, multiple episodes of towel waving at smoke detectors, and a window opened to sub-freezing air later, the bottom of my oven had stopped bursting into flames but my plans for the blog post had gone up in them.
All turned out well, of course. I baked the pitas - albeit sadly subpar versions of their usual puffy selves - in my neighbors' oven. And although I could write a whole saga in itself about the preparation of the lasagna for my friends who just had a baby (frozen ground beef, for starters, and triple the prep time that I planned on), that too baked quite nicely in my neighbors' oven. As the lasagna baked, those same neighbors invited us to stay for dinner, then helped deliver the lasagna and its accoutrements to our friends at what turned out to be a fairly reasonable hour. After which said neighbors and ourselves put our kids to bed, and hung out at their place eating cheesecake and watching football until late in the night. By which I mean 9:40PM, because we are parents of small children after all.
The day, then, was salvaged (although my kitchen could use some help), and actually improved by the aid and assistance of some stinkin' awesome people, and I end it with these two thoughts:
1. Good neighbors are priceless, and mine are the best so you can't have them.
2. I will never again muse about the ease with which a day is passing before said day reaches its midpoint.
Corollary: I will never plan fatuous blog posts about a day until the day has proved itself worthy by continuing in smarmy glory from beginning to end.