Yesterday after naptime I got started on my bulk cooking and freezing of after-baby dinners. I made sure to give Luke lots of attention and fresh air to ensure my time uninterrupted in the kitchen, and I was happy with him as he played nicely while I chopped, boiled, cooked and cooked and cooked.
I had the chicken wild rice soup cooking on low when I heard a crack. I looked around for the culprit, and when I heard sizzles and smelled burning I realized my roux was leaking through a huge crack in the pot. Utterly confused, I reacted too quicklyand burned my fingers on the scalding bowl as I tried to transport the existing soup into a separate pot.
How could this happen? Well, I have red appliances and red accessories in the kitchen. Upon closer inspection I realized that what I thought was my red cast-iron dutch oven was actually the red ceramic bowl we use for popcorn. I sadly took the bowl out the trash, upset at my stupidity, but trying to be thankful that my more valueable dutch oven was unscathed.
In the midst of my kitchen plunders, Luke was sitting nicely on the floor putting together a puzzle. With the XM radio in the background playing a station I can describe best as "Adult Alternative," I was slowly regaining composure in the kitchen. Obviously unaware of the music that had been playing during the previous fiasco, I was alarmed when Luke looked at me and started singing the words "Hope it gives you Hell," over and over and over again.
Of all the songs on the radio, that's the one that stuck. Although appalled at my negligence, I found the song strangely appropriate as I battled my demons in the kitchen.
In true Pollyanna spirit, I can be glad this song wasn't on the radio.