“You pulled a Monica,” Phoebe tells Monica’s mom about her on Friends trying to make ‘pulling a Monica’ something good rather than bad.Friends is so quotable. I feel like I “Pull a Heidi” sometimes, like when I have good intentions but my lack of foresight makes everything go down the crapper.
Ben really likes mixin’ chicken. This consists of boiling noodles, then adding cream of chicken and a CAN of chicken. Canned meat. Gross. I hate it. I’m not lying when I say this is probably in his top 3 favorite meals. I like good food! I like made from scratch food such as… homemade Chicken Noodle soup… which ironically I tried to make the other day!
I made my own broth by boiling the whole chicken in water and adding spices. I checked on it a lot, then after 2 hours, I pulled the chicken out to cool. What a great cook I am! I was proud that I did this. (you good cooks just shut up right now, this was major for me!!) Well then Katy and Tara came by and I had to stop what I was doing to chat with them, of course. Then Samuel and Chandra came by, and Ben got off work early and pulled up when they did. What a party! Yay! Then, I looked at the clock and realized that although I started cooking at 3:00, it was now a quarter after 5 and Ben and I had to drop Summit off at my moms and be somewhere at 6. “No problem” I thought to myself. “I am a master cook now. I’ll just cut up the veggies and pop them in, and the noodles and we’re golden. Better start up the broth to get hot since I’ll do everything so quickly and all.”
20 minutes later. Ben is cutting up the veggies and adding the noodles. The broth is still boiling and so I yell at Ben to turn the burner down. I’m feeding a very unhappy baby. Chaos. Katy and Tara left, then Samuel and Chandra. Now I realize that even though the soup itself may be ready, that it’s boiling hot and we’d never be able to put in in the fridge like that. Ben is frustrated. I’m never going to get Summit fed and in his car seat and to my mom’s to watch him.
15 minutes later. Ben is staying home with Summit, I have to go b/c I promised I’d help out greeting and I’m running late.
1 hour later. Ben calls me to say Summit is screaming. I leave in a hurry in the middle of my dad’s talk. I get home and take care of Summit, then go into the kitchen. Ben turned off the burner on my pot of soup, but left it on there. He dishes up some for us and… there is no broth. The broth I spent over 2 hours making. My lovely made-from-scratch soup has been reduced to soggy noodles with chicken and a little carrots and celery. Ben loves it, he said it tastes like mixin’ chicken.