April 5, 2013
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Who Moved My Cheese?
Today started off with a trip to the dentist. Despite the fact that I haven’t aged at all in the 33 years that I’ve been going to him, he has become quite elderly. Still, he’s just as entertaining and skillful as ever. My crown was quite easy to replace and they used a new “super” glue that hopefully will hold because this is the second time that this crown has popped off. It is an expensive mishap!
Back at home, I had a class to prepare for despite the fact that I had a whopping headache. When my students arrived after lunch, I was still really struggling but we managed to get through our class all right.
Then I had to make the dough for our pizza. I made the “regular” sourdough and then the gluten-free dough. I went to more trouble than usual making the sauce. Then, when I was ready to top the gluten-free pizza and put it in the oven, we had a little crisis. Jasper couldn’t find the bag of mozzarella cheese in the fridge–or the pepperoni either.
At first I wasn’t worried. Jasper is notorious for not being able to see something that is right in front of his face. I went through the fridge methodically, knowing I’d find the missing ingredients because I clearly remembered buying them. No cheese. No pepperoni. We have a “backup” fridge in the laundry room and that also was free of cheese and pepperoni. Lucy also remembered seeing them in the fridge after I got back from Walmart on the weekend.
We were forced to conclude that either both Lucy and I had hallucinated the same cheese and pepperoni, which never actually existed–or that they had mysteriously disappeared from the fridge on their own. We took inventory of what cheese we did have: a small packet of parmesan, a small piece of cheddar, and four cheese sticks. For two pizzas, one of which was very large. We grated the cheddar and the cheese sticks and mixed them with the parmesan. Having no choice, I topped the gluten-free pizza with this scanty mix, and added a few scraps of ham left over from our Easter dinner.
Lucy, meanwhile, offered to walk across the street and see if she could find some mozzarella at Dollar General so the big pizza would be a little cheesier. (I had to bake the GF one first so I would be able to have supper before my Bible study.) So the rest of the family had our normal pizza and I burned my tongue on the boiling sauce on my pizza.
While we were having class this afternoon, Lucy began sewing beads on to her dress. We’re all about last-minute deadlines here. The high school banquet is tomorrow, and by then Lucy’s dress needs to be beaded and I need to have finished sewing an underskirt for it which will make it appear to be floor length on my six foot tall girl. Lucy is doing quite well on the beading, but I didn’t get a chance to even start on the underskirt until 9:30 this evening. Yes. 9:30.
Oh, and Spencer informed me tonight, when I was finally working on the underskirt, that I need to take him clothes shopping in the morning. Surely he could have seen that need coming sooner!
