My husband is away for a few weeks.
Every time he’s gone, I resort to the worst habits– especially when it comes to meals. I fall into bizarre eating patterns like lasagne for breakfast and chocolate chips for dinner. You too?
The last time he left I ate nothing but cupcakes for 4 days and watched The Last Days of Hitler Marathon on TV.
Anyway, tonight I wanted to use up some Japanese eggplant I bought from a local market. Baba Ghanoush!
I decided to roast whole eggplants in the oven, but I didn’t pierce the surface with a fork. I just put them in the oven at a high temperature and got down to work on my computer.
When I write, I tend to get really absorbed and lose all track of time.
From my office, I kept hearing a car back-firing again and again. And then a booming sound like someone was shooting a basketball against my front door.
What is that sound?
I wandered out to investigate.
That’s when I realized I forgot all about my eggplants in the oven.
I opened the oven door and there they were exploded open like some scary octopus creature from an alien movie.
Not a pretty sight.
Chocolate chips for dinner tonight!
Have you had any kitchen disasters lately?
P.S. I thought of adorning this post with a picture of an alien creature resembling my eggplant that I found online, but it was pretty awful. I’m sure you get the idea, right?