Sometimes you need little reminders in life to keep your pride in check. I had one of those the other day. I don't consider myself to be a gourmet chef, but let's just say I can hold my own in the kitchen. On this particular day, I was feeling especially lazy and had absolutely no desire to go grocery shopping or food hunting. So, instead of starving, I chose to make myself something with the limited ingredients that I had on hand: otter pops, frozen peas, flour, wilted carrots, cream of chicken soup, popcorn, some old broccoli, rice, and soy sauce. After narrowing down the ingredients, I realized that I had the perfect meal: fried rice. I cut up broccoli and carrots, got out the peas and teriyaki marinade, fried up the rice and scrambled an egg- I even found a can of pineapple. Needless to say, I was feeling super domestic. The finished product turned out amazing.
I was in the process of patting my back and congratulating myself on a job well-done as I thought things like "who else can make such an incredible meal out of practically thin air" and "i'm going to be the best mom ever. seriously" and "beat that harry potter- you couldn't whip up a meal like this even with a magic wand" - when the inevitable happened.
Yes, that is my lunch (and my pride) swept into a heap on the floor. I'm not the most graceful person alive... and sometimes bad things happen to those who brag. I should've stuck to popcorn and otter pops...
