Ok, So I took my Splenda out of the huge box we bought from Sam’s Club years ago and put the rest in a baggie. This was 2 days ago. Last night I couldn’t find it. Just thought I’d share.
The wife and I, in the summer time, like to use the toaster oven for the small baking jobs in order to minimize our big oven use. It was around 7:30 last night when we decided to bake the Sarah Lee Peach Pie we have had in the freezer for some time.
I can’t resist that. I wander over to the kitchen, place some foil on the baking rack in the toaster oven and prepare the frozen pie for bake-age (new word). These pies have a tendency to brown around the edge of the crust quickly, so we have this little edge cover we made when we first started baking these. It’s just an aluminum pie pan with the bottom cut out.
So the “crust guard” at the ready, the toaster oven set and pre-heating (yeah, actually you’re supposed to pre-heat the toaster oven if you’re using the “convection” setting), the frozen pie with little slits cut on the top, and hunger still at bay, we set forth to anticipate warm pie/ice cream goodness in the near future.
45 minutes later and the timer goes off. We’re all excited, but this is only when I put the crust protector on! I get up and the wife follows me into the kitchen. She’s going to get the ice cream out so it will be soft. I remind her we still have about 15 minutes before it comes out of the oven, then another 45 before it’s cooled and set. Who knew that baking pie was such extreme torture! You have to sit there, enveloped in these intoxicating flavors floating through the house! Additionally, all the timers I set! Is that it? Can we eat now??? Nope…one more…one more….ok this is the las… DIIIIING! The oven reminds us. Time to take this thing out.
I see it all unfolding now, in one helpless moment…I’m holding the pie with both hands ensconced in oven mitts as I watch in horror as the pie folds neatly in the middle, between my hands, slips from my mitted fingers, does a graceful 180 degree flip and lands, peachy goodness side down on the tile floor.
I throw down the mitts and step out the front door for some fresh air. Clearly I’ve overreacted. What do I see in the pie incident that makes it so frustrating?
Was that pie destined to do a crust plant on the floor? Is the universe sending me a message…
“Yeah man, you just got back on track…it’s 9:30 and you’re going to eat pie? We don’t think so!”
After a while I was grounded by the soothing words of my loving wife…when I’m on the ledge, she has the uncanny ability to talk me down. I don’t know what came over me, but it was over in 10 minutes.
It’s funny how you can take a situation like this dessert disaster and apply it to life situations. Here you are. You’ve carefully prepared for this event, you executed your plan to the letter…at the last moment…you watch as seconds drag on and your plan just slips from your fingers and there’s nothing you can do but sit and watch as it tumbles and falls…becoming, no longer what you want it to be, but what it became.
Some things are out of your control….you can’t be expected to manage your entire life, step by step, even if you have a plan that detailed. And when a plan erupts, you need to be ready to make the most of it. Learn from it. Do better next time.
As for life, one situation at a time, and expect what I expect, but cope when it doesn’t go my way and move on.
As for the pie…I can tell you, next time…I’ll use 3 hands.