They called it "pregnancy brain". Then after the baby was born, they called it "mommy brain". Lets just be honest and call it "missing brain". Okay. There it is. I mean...really. I am beginning to wonder if I should be allowed to go unsupervised. Tell me, please, my fellow moms, does the brain EVER return after having a baby?
Just to add insult to injury, and by that I mean all the food debacles I have had of late - and I digress, I should point out, this recent cooking experiment is brought on by some strange instinct that has kicked in and the guilt of not feeding my boy fresh foods. Anyways, back to the topic at hand. My lack of brain cells in connection with my cooking.
I have to go back to yesterday. I had hoped to cook chicken yesterday, took it out too late in the day to do anything with, so I left it to thaw, but forgot to put it in the fridge. So it sat out (actually in the microwave ??) all night and so I find this warm soggy chicken breast sitting there in the microwave this morning....oh my heart sank.
Tonight I attempted (with some measure of success, but not without challenges, and herein lies the story) to cook (new) chicken breasts. I like to broil meats. It's something, in addition to pasta, that I actually can do. But I have not done it for such a long time. And not with this particular oven. So I open the oven, reach in and adjust the rack high up. Then I set the oven to broil. Then when the oven was good and hot, I seasoned my chicken and placed it in the oven, and when I did, the pan slid slightly downward to the back. I gasped. Hot oven, chicken, and an unstable rack. This was not looking good.
Well it looked like the broiling pan had settled and was not going to go too far back so I left it. However when I returned to check on the chicken and turn it over, I opened the oven and started to pull out the rack ooooh so carefully. I managed to take the rack with the broiler still on it and put them safely on the oven door, removed the broiler pan to another location and grabbed the rack to reposition it. You can only imagine how difficult this was considering how hot the rack was and that I did not actually have oven mitts (where were they anyways??) but only tea towels at my disposal. So I take the rack and I reposition it and try and try and try to get it to settle in place. I thought I maybe had it upside down the first time so I turned it over the other way and it was not any better. I simply could not get this rack to settle. So I left it and hoped it would be okay like it was the last time.
WELL, if the darn pan didn't slide back even further this time. What? What? What did I do wrong???? Let me tell you I was holding my breath while it continued to cook and then when I returned to get it out, well, I was ooooh so careful. Had to remove the rack with the broiler pan teetering at the back of the oven. It was an extremely tense moment. You will be glad to know I did manage to safely remove both rack and pan.
But here's the punchline. The first time I put the rack in I thought it was upside down. So I flipped it. Turns out it was upside down AND in BACKWARDS. How did I miss that?
Good grief. These situations seem to be happening all the time. Not just with food. Lets talk about crumpling up the hood of my car, then lets talk about the 2 hours of my co-worker's time I took up because I misread her email and sent her on a wild goose chase. I think I lost a large number of brain cells. I swear, I wasn't always this dim. I'm sure of it.
Well regardless, at least I can laugh at myself. If any moms out there read this though, and can relate, please, by all means, leave me a message.
~M~
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