Part Two, Part Two.
I forgot to mention that last week Anti-Stella had the baby GIRL she's been wanting for so long! Her name's Olivia. After three boys (ages 6, 5, and almost 2), this was their last shot at it, and they are just over the moon. So, YAY!!!
Right now I've got a roast in my Crock Pot. Why?
I like to know what's for dinner pretty early in the day. Preferably before lunch, so when R calls me I can tell him what we're having. Cuz I'm an awesome wife like that. Anyway, right after I got back from embarrassing my daughter, I had this brilliant idea to drop a frozen turkey tenderloin in the Crock Pot, add some Chicken Broth and let it cook all day. Effortless. My kind of meal.
I was pretty sure I had one of those box/pouches of Chicken Broth in the pantry, so I grabbed it, popped it open and poured it in.
Beef Broth. It was Beef Broth. Ya can't cook turkey in Beef Broth. That's just wrong. And I didn't have anything even remotely Beefy in the house, since R was at work, y'know...
So I had to make a special trip to get something I could cook in the Beef Broth that I now had sitting in the bottom of the Crock Pot. I got Tito in the van and went to the new Whole Foods that opened up near me recently, just for fun. I went to the butcher and explained that because I'm a dumbass and I didn't READ the stupid box I had Beef Broth instead of Chicken Broth in my Crock Pot and seeing as how I was suffering from an alarming lack of Beef at home, I needed something to go with it.
The butcher thinks I'm funny.
I got two pounds of something Beefy and an onion, and it's cooking right now. Smells good. The day is saved.
Oh, and if you haven't seen THIS, you should. I've noticed that my phone hasn't been ringing nearly as often...
5 comments:
I laugh at you more than you even know, PK.
Crap, I have to make a trip to the grocery store too. Thanks for the reminder. I've been sick so we're out of food.
More than I know? Seriously?
Dude, Something Beefy is the name of my new band.
Also, I never get kicked out of Daphne's for my tres sexy gyro eating. It's like porn for your food. I also eat a mean Sloppy Joe. With cheese. It's not for the timid.
Whole foods... You are brave! I'm afraid of going in there, I don't blend into west county well.
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