Last night I made London Broil and instead of cooking it in the BROILER... I baked it.
The funny thing was I didn't realize my mistake until it was on the table with everyone drooling as
Dr. Fabulous carved the incredibly rare meat. I think it moo'ed.
"Wow, I cooked it 7 minutes on one side and 6 minutes on the other just like always!" I said shocked and returned it to the oven only to then realize... duh.
Then, after actually BROILING it (go figure, you actually broil a london broil) I placed it back on the serving platter and put the hot glass casserole dish into the sink, turned on the water to let it soak
That is a full size lasagna/casserole dish.
It smashed into a bazillion tiny pieces with a frighteningly loud pop. It was then that I remembered another thing I already know... don't put cold water into a hot glass pan.
I could break into metaphor here, but... I have little energy. I'm certain you can use your imagination.
I was not myself yesterday. Or the day before. For a few days actually.
Today I finished shopping for Christmas and felt small pockets of joy. Avoiding the news yesterday helped me sleep better. Unfortunately, I re-visited facebook a bit prematurely. My mistake. Everyone is entitled to share their opinions (though I've personally never been one to get opinionated on facebook) so I need to continue to avoid that for a bit longer before I either lose some friends or my sense of faith in this world never stops hemorrhaging.
Deep breaths. Focus on love.
CB is going to Maryland tomorrow until after the New Year. I don't know whether to do her gifts tonight before she leaves or when she returns. Not sure. Dr. Fabulous isn't home until very late tonight and I don't want to leave him out.
I'm baking egg nog pound cake which smells pretty delicious.
CB thinks so too apparently, though she'd never eat the stuff.
I have to wrap small gifts for 7 bus drivers/aides, 6 teachers, 6 teacher's aides, 1 speech therapist, and a partridge in a pear tree.
I hope they don't think I'm too cheap. That's a lot of people.
Six days left if you celebrate Christmas.
It's not as joyous as usual, but I'm feeling blessed.