let's take a moment to rewind. a week or two prior to last night's incident we were in need of another quick and easy meal and so we went for shells and sauce. for years i have been the master at draining my pasta and rinsing it in the pot it was cooked in - not needing to add in another dirty dish by using a strainer. well, i don't know what happened. i blame it on pregnancy brain. there i was draining the water from the shells when all of a sudden the lid slipped and the entire contents of the pot landed in the sink. my response... "oh no! i can't believe i just did that." fortunately the sink had been scrubbed clean that afternoon and so kevin encouraged me to pull out a colander, put all of the shells into it, and rinse them really well. so, i did. there they were (the shells) sitting nice and clean in the colander next to the sink - i had set them there while i reached for a plate. you know what happens next don't you? yup, i knocked over the colander and back into the sink they all went. i didn't cry - i just stared in disbelief. eventually we ate dinner that night and it was pretty tasty.
so, last night... i made baked ziti. i boiled the water. i cooked the ziti in the boiling water. i drained and rinsed the ziti successfully with the use of a colander. i put the ziti back into the pot it was cooked in. i added the sauce, the ricotta cheese, the pepperoni, some seasonings, and then mixed it all together. i poured it into a 9x13 and sprinkled the shredded mozzarella cheese on top. i covered the pan with foil and placed it in the oven to bake. home-free, right? totally in the clear? what could possibly turn this meal into a disaster? well, i'll tell you. taking it out of the oven could turn this meal into a disaster! i don't know what happened. i had pot holders on. i had a good grip on the pan, or so i thought. and there i was, staring at this full pan of baked ziti upside down against the oven door. my response... "oh no! what did i do?!" i couldn't just pick the pan up because all of the ziti would've fallen out. our only option was to slide it off of the oven door and catch it in another 9x13 pan and that's what we did. the ziti was saved, but you can imagine the mess on the inside of that oven door. eventually we ate dinner and it was pretty tasty.
my husband is so gracious!
2 comments:
Umm, TOTALLY understandable! I mean, how awkward is it, on any normal day, to lean into a hot oven, with the door open in front of you, and try to keep leverage on a hot casserole dish? Well, I think it's awkward.
Add a significant belly to the mix? I think you should get a free pass from removing hot dishes from the oven until the little guys come. I mean, goodness. Next time it could be YOU falling into the oven door! (Probalby not, but it's a good line to use.)
Confessing all the weird things that you do during pregnancy just makes other people want to confess their weird things (apparently)...
I consistently throw away the sink drains. Yep. I mean- at least one per week. We finally figured out that it happens when I go to empty them into the garbage. Instead of dumping the little food bits and replacing the drain like any non-pregnant person would do, I just toss the whole thing into the trash. Ho hum, call it a day. And by the time I notice that one sink has a stopper missing, the trash has already been filled and taken out. Yeah, so you go about your pasta dumping business and I'll go on my merry way with the sink drains.
I still have to read the crying over the WILD CARD episode to Eric. I'm stil laughing over that one. Sorry!
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