Make one mistake in this house and everybody (and her brother) will remind you until the end of days.
Take for example several months back. I was making Jeffrey some noodles. The kind that come in the little plastic container with a couple different packets inside that have to be added at different times during the serving process.
I took the outer wrapper off, peeled the top back just enough to add the water and stuck it in the microwave.
5 minutes later the timer goes off and out comes the noodles. Jeffrey is hovering next to me to make sure I do everything just so. Probably making sure I don't add anything extra that would otherwise ruin the taste of his lunch. As I pull the top the rest of the way off I hear a gasp from behind me:
"MOM!!!!"
"WHAT??"
"LOOK!! LOOK!!"
"WHAT AM I LOOKING AT????" (panic setting in)
"YOU LEFT THE SAUCE PACKET INSIDE THE NOODLES WHILE THEY WERE IN THE MICROWAVE!!!!"
(Cue my deep sigh of relief)
"Is that all?"
"What do you mean is that all??? Now what are we going to do?"
"Well we might consider opening them and adding them to the noodles like the instructions suggest..."
"How can we do that?? They've.... been..... microwaved!!!"
"And?"
"And that's not how you are supposed to do it! Look at the packet! It's all swollen up."
"Thats because it got hot inside. Nothing bad happened to the sauce."
"But when you open the packet its going to explode all over the place and there won't be enough to add to the noodles and they won't taste good!"
(Always thinking with his stomach, this one)
I eventually got him to calm down enough to let me snip the end and pour the ENTIRE package into the noodles and serve them exactly as per package instructions.
As nice as it would be to say that was that, we know in this house that is never that.
Now every time I go to serve noodles, I hear the stampeding sound of Jeffrey feet barreling towards the kitchen to try to catch me before I slide the dish into the dreaded microwave.
"MOM MOM MOM!!! Did you take the sauce packet out??"
(At this point how could I ever forget??)
And it doesn't end there. ANY time I am cooking something packaged that requires microwaving I get the same 20 questions.
"Are there any packets left inside?"
"Did you check?"
"Are you sure?"
"Did you pull the package back far enough to really be sure?"
I tend to trip him up occasionally by answering that I have decided to live dangerously and did not actually check to see if anything was lurking within the depths of the package. And no, I wont let him see because he too needs to learn to live dangerously.
Judging by the horrified look on his face I don't think that's going to be happening anytime soon!
Take for example several months back. I was making Jeffrey some noodles. The kind that come in the little plastic container with a couple different packets inside that have to be added at different times during the serving process.
I took the outer wrapper off, peeled the top back just enough to add the water and stuck it in the microwave.
5 minutes later the timer goes off and out comes the noodles. Jeffrey is hovering next to me to make sure I do everything just so. Probably making sure I don't add anything extra that would otherwise ruin the taste of his lunch. As I pull the top the rest of the way off I hear a gasp from behind me:
"MOM!!!!"
"WHAT??"
"LOOK!! LOOK!!"
"WHAT AM I LOOKING AT????" (panic setting in)
"YOU LEFT THE SAUCE PACKET INSIDE THE NOODLES WHILE THEY WERE IN THE MICROWAVE!!!!"
(Cue my deep sigh of relief)
"Is that all?"
"What do you mean is that all??? Now what are we going to do?"
"Well we might consider opening them and adding them to the noodles like the instructions suggest..."
"How can we do that?? They've.... been..... microwaved!!!"
"And?"
"And that's not how you are supposed to do it! Look at the packet! It's all swollen up."
"Thats because it got hot inside. Nothing bad happened to the sauce."
"But when you open the packet its going to explode all over the place and there won't be enough to add to the noodles and they won't taste good!"
(Always thinking with his stomach, this one)
I eventually got him to calm down enough to let me snip the end and pour the ENTIRE package into the noodles and serve them exactly as per package instructions.
As nice as it would be to say that was that, we know in this house that is never that.
Now every time I go to serve noodles, I hear the stampeding sound of Jeffrey feet barreling towards the kitchen to try to catch me before I slide the dish into the dreaded microwave.
"MOM MOM MOM!!! Did you take the sauce packet out??"
(At this point how could I ever forget??)
And it doesn't end there. ANY time I am cooking something packaged that requires microwaving I get the same 20 questions.
"Are there any packets left inside?"
"Did you check?"
"Are you sure?"
"Did you pull the package back far enough to really be sure?"
I tend to trip him up occasionally by answering that I have decided to live dangerously and did not actually check to see if anything was lurking within the depths of the package. And no, I wont let him see because he too needs to learn to live dangerously.
Judging by the horrified look on his face I don't think that's going to be happening anytime soon!
