Like I mentioned previously, I watched "Julie and Julia" recently and while Julie was having meltdown after meltdown in the kitchen I thought to myself - I've never had a meltdown over cooking. Ah, famous last words....I spent 3 1/2 hours at the dentist getting 11 cavities filled today. During the first hour, they gave me laughing gas but that combined with the constant music of the Eagles, Eric Clapton and Fleetwood Mac, made me feel like I was on some psychedelic trip backwards in time. So I had the very nice dentist turn it off and instead I got 7 painful shots of Novocain which did nothing to ease the pain of having cavities that hit nerves. (Seriously kids, brush and floss when your parents tell you to.)
So here I am, baking banana bread (because I can barely open my mouth since those lovely drugs have worn off) and having a meltdown. Why you ask? Because my overcrowded spice cupboard is located directly above my prized Kitchen Aid and I just knocked a bottle of Cilantro into the batter. (My husband is right - I never put the darn lids on!) On top of it all, I knocked a couple of boxes off the top shelf in the pantry thus leading heavy cans of tomatoes to fall on me. Which is so going to leave bruises...
I'd eat chocolate but I think that's what got me in this mess in the first place. :)
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