Yesterday I got a brilliant idea to make vegetable dumpling
soup. To begin with I needed a good stock. So I cut up some vegetables and --wait!
Let me back up. I got the vegetables out and a cutting board and knife then my
phone reminded me I had an appointment in fifteen minutes at a place that was
fifteen minutes away, shit. So I stopped what I was doing and left.
About two hours later I actually cut the vegetables and put
them in the pot with water but then I had to go somewhere else a half hour later.
I got back from that and was still determined to make this stock so I turned
the stove back on and forgot about it.
I went to another room to type out a bunch of stuff I had in
a note book.
At about 10pm my mother (yeah I’m bunking with the Ps) came
and reminded me about the soup. I went and looked at it and it seemed to be
doing fine so I went back to typing and again forgot about it.
3:30am I woke up thirsty and thought maybe I should go to
the bathroom, but maybe I didn’t need to, but I guess I would, so I got up and
opened the door to realize the dining room and kitchen lights were on. The decision
to turn them off probably saved my life. I walked into the kitchen to discover
the stove still on and a smoldering mass of formally edible vegetation popping
on the burner. Oopse.
I turned the stove off and doused the burnt stuff and, after
turning the lights out, went back to bed. About thirty seconds later I hear someone
in the kitchen investigating. So I got up again to find my father poking around
in the dark.
“Did something burn on the stove?” he said.
“Yes, I just took care of it. I forgot my soup!”
I guess this isn’t quite as embarrassing as burning water,
but still, soup? Come on. I’m better than that. I generally make good food. Sigh.
The other thing that puzzles me is why didn’t my father turn the light on when
he was poking around?
