Thank you for popping in!! Please have a pop-over while we muse…it’s right out of the oven
Since pop-over day I have made four dozen popovers. Forty-eight popovers.
A lot of things in my life don’t work and are screaming for attention. Here are few examples:
The carpet in Cole’s room needs to be replaced. About a year ago, a sealed gallon glass bottle of Oberwise Eggnog exploded in Cole’s room, and despite cleaning the carpet, it has never been the same. No, this was not one of our experiments. I have no idea why I put the eggnog in his room. It was Christmas (that is as good a reason as any).
My backdoor needs to be replaced. I had it replaced last summer by a carpenter who promised me he always measured twice and then swore the gap between the bottom of the door and the molding was my imagination. The door also had the bad habit of locking us in our house until I kicked the shit out of it one morning. I ordered a custom door in late May — we still don’t have it. Perhaps it’s time to order again.
My roof needs to be replaced. I hired a roofer who made me wait a month to start the job and then stood me up three times. I decided giving him a $3000 deposit was risky, and so I told him he would have to hang his shingles somewhere else.
In June, inspired and motivated by my mother’s visit, I took the pictures off the living room and dining room walls, and washed, patched, and touched up half of the room. I keep telling myself I will do the other half tomorrow. I haven’t.
Our Ping-Pong table has a warranty. In fact, I bought the additional warranty. The table’s legs have become wobbly. After four phone calls and several hours of wait time, I was given the good news that the table was covered; however, India does not understand why shipping the Ping-Pong table to Dallas is a problem. The warrantee does not include shipping.
I could go on, but you get the point. Right?
Popovers require a special pan, so on Thursday I went to Bed Bath and Bring It Back and bought a $15 popover pan with a 20% off coupon. I actually had the coupon with me. I thought that was a good sign. We had all the ingredients at home, so I did not even need to go to the grocery store.
The first batch of popovers was very tasty, but they didn’t pop. They were flat, no poof. Poof was very important to me, so I googled and tried again. I found some popover tips that made me believe that the writer wanted my popovers to poof as much as I did. I followed her tips exactly, and when I pulled them out of the oven, the poof was in the popover!
I immediately made another batch to prove to myself that it was not a fluke, and then another, and another, and another, and another . . . and tomorrow I will make another.
A lot of people might look at my do-over list and wonder why I was making popovers instead of hiring a roofer, fixing a door, looking for carpet, or finding a very large box. Avoidance of course. I took the path of least resistance, and it worked.
My popover success inspired me to hire a new roofer and request another estimate on my backdoor. Today, while my pop-overs are in the oven, I will finish my walls, wipe down my blinds, and re-hang my pictures. When I’m pooped, I will take a break and enjoy a popover smothered in butter and jam.
Emily celebrated the wine part of the day . . . “Wow! Long day. I admit, when I shop wines, I shop labels. This simple, naked, uncluttered wine label grabbed my attention. When the day was done, I took my chilled wine out of the fridge and uncorked it, poured, and toasted another day with a lingering sip. Fully clothed? Maybe.”
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