A severe attack of mommy-brain
Let me relate to you a terrifying episode from this afternoon. It doesn't involve Isaac being in harm's way at all, just to keep you reading...
Yesterday I was feening for some pumpkin pie. Isaac and I bought enough stuff to make two of them today -- I figured I could give one to Mindy and Mr. Mindy, and sneak a few slices of the other for myself before Dad eats it all. Early this afternoon, I started getting a little antsy, and tried to convince Dad to take us all out shopping or something just to get out of the house. Dad said he wanted to take it easy for a bit. I took this as a cue to make some pumpkin pie. So I sat Isaac at the end of the kitchen with his Discovery Pot, whipped up some classic Claire-homemade pumpkin pies, and set them in the oven to bake. Dad then announced his intention to go work out at our apartment community's gym, and I noted that I had enough time on my pumpkin pie project to whisk Isaac upstairs with me and take a shower. When Dad got back ~30 min later, I adjusted my pie-crust foil to achieve the proper level of crust-yumminess and set the oven timer for a final 30 min. In the meantime, Dad took a shower and I got Isaac ready to go out shopping, also fixing a small pot of coffee and turkey sandwiches for Dad and I. We all got ready in record time, left the house, and travelled to Lynnwood to pick up some of Dad's pants at the tailor's. After that, I suggested we go to somewhere else to start scoping out some Christmas presents.
As Dad was driving us to our next destination, I sat back, happy with the thought of having enough pumpkin pie to feed a small crowd at home. I was additionally pleased at my multi-tasking skills, which are usually non-existent -- I had made two pumpkin pies, fixed lunch and coffee, and taken a shower, all while watching Isaac. Then I realized, to my HORROR, that I had actually not succeeded in making said pies because I had neglected to remove them from the oven. Which was still on. Which had been baking my pies at 375 degrees for nearly 2 hours. Which was surely causing our apartment to burn to the ground at that very moment, with cat-brother locked inside.
Dad raced us back to the apartment, which was not outwardly engulfed in flames. I ran inside and was not greeted with the acrid smoke I had anticipated, but instead a pleasant pie-crust smell. I turned off the oven and peeked in at my pies, which were obesely swollen with a few burnt spots in the filling, but otherwise perfectly okay. I then buried my face in my hands and cried. How long until my mommy-brain goes from being a cute running joke to causing tragedy? (although I did learn today that baking overly-filled pumpkin pies for over 2 hours does not cause any major ill effects)
The products of a mommy-brain
Yesterday I was feening for some pumpkin pie. Isaac and I bought enough stuff to make two of them today -- I figured I could give one to Mindy and Mr. Mindy, and sneak a few slices of the other for myself before Dad eats it all. Early this afternoon, I started getting a little antsy, and tried to convince Dad to take us all out shopping or something just to get out of the house. Dad said he wanted to take it easy for a bit. I took this as a cue to make some pumpkin pie. So I sat Isaac at the end of the kitchen with his Discovery Pot, whipped up some classic Claire-homemade pumpkin pies, and set them in the oven to bake. Dad then announced his intention to go work out at our apartment community's gym, and I noted that I had enough time on my pumpkin pie project to whisk Isaac upstairs with me and take a shower. When Dad got back ~30 min later, I adjusted my pie-crust foil to achieve the proper level of crust-yumminess and set the oven timer for a final 30 min. In the meantime, Dad took a shower and I got Isaac ready to go out shopping, also fixing a small pot of coffee and turkey sandwiches for Dad and I. We all got ready in record time, left the house, and travelled to Lynnwood to pick up some of Dad's pants at the tailor's. After that, I suggested we go to somewhere else to start scoping out some Christmas presents.
As Dad was driving us to our next destination, I sat back, happy with the thought of having enough pumpkin pie to feed a small crowd at home. I was additionally pleased at my multi-tasking skills, which are usually non-existent -- I had made two pumpkin pies, fixed lunch and coffee, and taken a shower, all while watching Isaac. Then I realized, to my HORROR, that I had actually not succeeded in making said pies because I had neglected to remove them from the oven. Which was still on. Which had been baking my pies at 375 degrees for nearly 2 hours. Which was surely causing our apartment to burn to the ground at that very moment, with cat-brother locked inside.
Dad raced us back to the apartment, which was not outwardly engulfed in flames. I ran inside and was not greeted with the acrid smoke I had anticipated, but instead a pleasant pie-crust smell. I turned off the oven and peeked in at my pies, which were obesely swollen with a few burnt spots in the filling, but otherwise perfectly okay. I then buried my face in my hands and cried. How long until my mommy-brain goes from being a cute running joke to causing tragedy? (although I did learn today that baking overly-filled pumpkin pies for over 2 hours does not cause any major ill effects)
The products of a mommy-brain
posted by Claire at 8:39 PM
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The pies did turn out okay. Dad tried to be all huffy and pretend like he "wasn't going to eat burnt things," but now there is the carcass of one pie lying in the kitchen with the burnt crust pieces left behind, and I didn't do it. I think something we learned from this episode is that our family and Mindy's family are going to make copies of keys for each other in case such emergencies should arise in the future.
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