The Dinner Gods have cursed me

I think I’m just done with cooking. This week has been a nightmare. An absolute nightmare.

Monday – This seemed to go okay. I don’t particularly remember what we had but I don’t remember any catastrophes so I’m putting that one in the “win” category.

Tuesday – This is one for the record books. First, I picked up the wrong container from the refrigerator. Instead of Salmon and corn for lunch, I picked up the one that was JUST CORN! Here you go. This was my lunch on Tuesday.

I’m not nearly done. Halfway through the day, I realized that I didn’t put the chicken in the crock-pot for Taco Tuesday. When I get home, it’s mostly thawed, so I decided to give it a good sear and then pop those chicken breasts in the oven. Everything was fine until I pulled the pan from the over and removed the chicken to cut it up. I turned around and grabbed the pan – sans pot holder – and burned the EVER-LOVING-SHIT out of my hand. I had my hand in a bowl of cold water until about 2 am to keep the burning away. This is what my hand looks like three days later…

Let’s move on.

Wednesday – I put the pork and the bbq packet in the crock-pot. I even remembered to turn it on. I did not, however, verify that it was plugged in…because it wasn’t. Fail #3

Thursday – Ross went to Costco and got one of those ready to eat meals – ravioli lasagna. I couldn’t eat it, but whatever it was fine. I got home a little after 5 pm (summer hours – hell yeah!) and he was standing in the kitchen with a defeated look on his face. When I asked him what was wrong he said, “I didn’t realize those things had to cook for like an hour.”

He hadn’t even turned the oven on. At that point we were looking at a 6:30 pm dinner and Scarlett gets in the bath at 7:30 pm. If you can get her to eat, which takes coaxing and sometimes bribing, it could take an hour. So we went out. Then Ross got a call in the middle of dinner saying he had to go back to work, thereby ruining our dinner.

That’s IT! I give up. The dinner gods have cursed me and I’m not going to fight them any more. I’m throwing in the towel.

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