When You're an Idiot

     Sometimes, the only excuse out there is that you're an idiot. You either admit it to yourself, or you should at least be willing to admit it to all the others, so they too can learn from your really silly mistakes. That was me...that is me, today.

    Laura is about two weeks post-surgery, and she's beginning to get her appetite back the way it was before she had her gallbladder removed. I wanted to make her a good hearty breakfast, but not only because it's the 4th of July, we're off work, and we have the entire morning to just laze around the house. I also wanted to make a boatload of eggs because, like an idiot, I ordered a great deal of food from Kroger's delivery service without first checking to see if we needed what I ordered.

    There I go, browsing food online and selecting what I think I'll need. They pull up today, and Laura's standing next to the fridge, wondering where everything I just bought is going to go - if it will go. We can't put any of the jugs of tea in there, but that's OK, the tea won't go bad. It sits on shelves all the time.

    I know that in the UK, they store their eggs, veggies, and fruit outside the fridge, but I couldn't bring myself to do that, especially since our eggs have been rinsed and no longer have their protective layer. We managed. We went through the fridge and found old stuff, and we thought we had chucked it. We didn't get all of it... No, we didn't. This is where the other "dummy" and/or "idiot" moniker comes into play. 

    So, after we put all the food away, I realized I had too many eggs in the box - 18x2 and 1 dozen that had 6 missing, so that's what...42 eggs? That's a lot of eggs for us, but we do use a good number in our meals. The eggs were not the issue. I made us a 6-egg scrambled mess with ham and cheese before realizing that the ham had expired (use by date) since APRIL 2025. This is July 4th.  Yep...dummy! I didn't even look. 

    Somehow, I had managed to put the meat in the cheese bin and didn't see it when typically looking for ham. I found it today - yes, I did! I made those eggs, and I did such a good job. That was one of the prettiest "mess" of eggs, cheese, and ham I have ever seen. You drop a little sour cream and salsa on that, and you've got yourself a good breakfast, friend. 

    It only took one bite before I threw on the brakes and yelled at Laura to stop! She had only taken one as well. The dogs were happy - and before you get all riled up about giving dogs bad ham, remember they're canine and if that's the worst they'll experience in their lives, we're all good. They have a much better system than we do for things like that. Laura and I are fine, it wasn't so rank that we'd die or anything, but the taste was not going to win me any points in the kitchen.

    At first, I thought it was my choice of cheese. I picked parmesan cheese over mozzarella, and that could have been the smell I was smelling, but it wasn't the taste I was tasting. Nope!  When I say the Chihuahua is full, I'm saying he pushed his way through to take his share and that of my dog, who rarely fights him for a morsel. She's a pushover -- if any one of them croaks, it will be the Chi-Pom! (I'll keep you posted) He looks happy enough. 

    There are just times when you have to sit back and say to yourself, "You're so dumb...I can't believe we're even breathing!" If you don't talk to yourself, you may not enjoy the company you keep when you're alone - just sayin'.  I'll take a happy idiot over a sad intellectual to hang out with any day.

Photo Credit: Me.  (Kiba)