One of the things I'll occasionally do on a weekend is cook up a big pile of stuff that will later be lunches or dinners for when I'm rushed. Yesterday I went to the grocery store and picked up a huge amount of stuff for making lunches. Five pounds of meat came home with me; I made absolutely sure that I knew what was going to go with each batch, that I had enough spinach, enough spices, enough chili and lemongrass, etc. I got extra spinach just to make sure. There's always something you can do with spinach.
I walked right by the onion. Boy, thought I, do I have enough onion to last me a year. I certainly don't need any onion.
Guess what I'm out of, after cooking only two batches of stuff.
Guess what every single thing I was going to make will need.
Damn.
A normal person, of course, would just go to the grocery store and buy some onion. But I can't do that. I've been on my feet for nearly an hour now. I could keep cooking, by spending much of the time in a tall chair, but I can't go to the grocery store. Not any more. And if I did go, I sure as heck couldn't cook afterward. Those always have to be two separate days. I was so good, making sure I went to the store on Saturday so I could cook on Sunday. But all it takes is one goof.
Right now I hate being me.
EDIT:
ladycelia is the bestest buddy in the whole wide world. She's going to bring me three big onions when she gets off work.
I walked right by the onion. Boy, thought I, do I have enough onion to last me a year. I certainly don't need any onion.
Guess what I'm out of, after cooking only two batches of stuff.
Guess what every single thing I was going to make will need.
Damn.
A normal person, of course, would just go to the grocery store and buy some onion. But I can't do that. I've been on my feet for nearly an hour now. I could keep cooking, by spending much of the time in a tall chair, but I can't go to the grocery store. Not any more. And if I did go, I sure as heck couldn't cook afterward. Those always have to be two separate days. I was so good, making sure I went to the store on Saturday so I could cook on Sunday. But all it takes is one goof.
Right now I hate being me.
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