Lest you think I only mock other people, considering myself superior to others, I will share some of my recent kitchen foibles. Mostly because I think that my own stupidity was funny.
Friday night, Conner and I had our good friend W over to hang out. I decided to surprise Conner by making a bisque, and bought all of the ingredients ahead of time (like, Wednesday or Thursday–for once I was on the ball!). It was to be a corn and red pepper bisque, and sure to be delicious.
Friday came and I was scurrying around the apartment like a madwoman, having procrastinated tidying up to the last minute (after Oliver’s nap). I had to start the bisque, clean the kids’ toys, sweep, do some dishes… But I did it. The toys were put away (stuffed into Oliver’s room where nobody would see them), the clean laundry was hidden (in Conner’s closet–no time to fold the clothes). The dirty laundry was hidden (in my closet, so we didn’t confuse the baskets). The dishes were cleaned (I didn’t cut corners there).
I sat Oliver down to eat his dinner, and began to prepare the ingredients for the soup. It was then–and only then–that I realized that in our NYC apartment, I only have one pot. And it’s a 2.5 or 3 quart pot. Certainly not big enough to make soup in. After about 10 minutes of panicking and trying to figure out what else I could make that would dazzle W (she’s really fabulous and worth dazzling), I realized that I could halve the recipe. Phew! Disaster averted.
Then it crossed my mind that we only have two real bowls. Our ‘fully stocked’ kitchen did not come with bowls, and when we first moved here we only bought one for each of us. After all, we have plenty of bowls at home. This was a problem. I considered serving dinner straight out of the pot and pretending that it was some hipster way of eating, but I rejected that as being a bit too weird to be believable. I considered having Conner stop and buy a bowl on his way home from work, but he was already running late.
I settled on serving my soup into what can only be considered a deep plate. Seeing as how I’m not a huge fan of the spicy and the soup contained more than a little cayenne pepper, I wasn’t going to be eating a lot anyway.
So, disaster averted. Fun was had by all on Friday night. But I’ve learned my lesson: don’t just read recipes ahead of time… think about what you’ll need to cook the food in the recipe, and what you’ll need to serve it.