I had a post all planned for today. It was going to be about being halfway through 2015 and evaluating the intentions I set for the year. I had some good thoughts for it and everything. But then Tuesday night something pretty funny happened and I decided telling you about that would be better, at least for today.
So.
Tuesday night I invited my dear friend Doreen and her husband over for dinner. This isn’t something we would normally do on a work night but they had to be in the area for some stuff and I don’t see them nearly often enough so I decided I could handle it. Plus, Doreen and I have been friends for over 30 years. I don’t need to pull out the fancy china and silver when she comes over, in other words.
Anyway, I stopped for wine and fresh flowers on my way home from work. I got home and I quickly pulled the covers off the deck furniture and made the marinade for the chicken kabobs. Dale was in the shower and I was just about to prep the vegetables when, for whatever reason, it crossed my mind that I needed to bake a blueberry pie this coming weekend. I was mentally running down what I would need to get at the store when I thought, hmmmm, cornstarch. I better make sure I have enough. I glanced at the clock, saw that Doreen wasn’t expected for at least another 30 minutes, and I hustled over to the cupboard to check on how much cornstarch I did indeed have.
I grabbed the container.
I pulled the lid off.
And it slipped out of my hands.
It landed face up on the floor but the cornstarch exploded into a mushroom cloud that went straight up into my face.
Yep.
I started to laugh and I went to the bathroom to show Dale because I knew he’d want to see. And that’s when I saw Doreen and her husband at the door. They started backing away, thinking Dale and I were doing something weird with whipped cream – oh my, right?
We all had a good laugh and I did my best to clean myself up but damn, that stuff sticks!
And, just for the record, I did have enough cornstarch for that pie.
But now I don’t.
Oh. My. Thanks for sharing your story! (It’s always great to start the day with a chuckle. . . ) Cornstarch is nasty business when it comes to cleaning up, that’s for sure. (Bet you had a great time with Doreen and her hubby, too.)
You always made me laugh and still do ????
While a corn starch explosion doesn’t sound like fun clean up, I am glad that it wasn’t the completed blueberry pie filling. Slow and steady when baking this weekend!
Always encouraging to know it isn’t just me that does those things. Good friends make the best company. No doubt you made their evening more memorable than expected.
I’ll bet the mishap set the mood for a very fun night with your friends! Thanks for thinking on your feet and for taking pictures! You’re a trooper. The pie is going to be especially good when you tell the story that goes with it. Hey, it’s Pie ‘n Beer Day in Utah on Friday (Pioneer Day). So have a slice for me and a sip ‘o beer, too! xox
You wear it well Carole! Hoping you had a great visit with your friends. Off to tell Dan it’s Pie and Beer day tomorrow! đŸ™‚
Making memories!! That’ll be a funny story — with photo evidence — for years!
Some of us have the facility to make an accident out of almost nothing!
Oh my, that is funny. however, your kitchen ‘accidents’ seem mild compared to the black chalkpaint you accidentally set off in your kitchen awhile back. That was funny too but I also felt sorry for you — it sounded horrible.
PS. Doreen will probably never be early to your house again!
Oh my gosh that is great! I can’t believe they walked in the door right after the “incident”. And of course it was a black shirt you were wearing – a perfect canvas for some cornstarch splotch painting.
Great story!!! We all need a good laugh!!!
You look just like my kitchen floor after an accident I had with a jar full of kefir yesterday.
Adorable! and a blog post to boot. I hope that made the extra trip to the grocery worthwhile đŸ˜‰
hahaha!! Now this is something I would do…LOL. Mmm….Blueberry Pie, I wish you were HERE this weekend!