I enjoying cooking dinner, and I’m pretty good at it too. Unfortunately, I sometimes forget to add common sense to the recipe…
Like tonight. About halfway through my meal prep, smoke started to pour out of the oven. Through the chaos of the smoke alarms blaring, opening the doors to air out the house, and turning on every ceiling fan possible, I realized that the grease from the meatballs had fallen onto the stove bottom. I chose to use the cookie sheets without sides. This caused my husband to have to quickly wipe out the bottom of the stove, while shaking his head with his best ‘Only you’ smirk.
While I waited for the oven to be clean so I could continue cooking dinner, I remembered another time I decided to forgo common sense…
I was 12 years old and babysitting the two little girls across the street. It was snack time and we had voted on microwave popcorn. So, being the responsible babysitter I was, I asked the 8 year old, “How long do we put the popcorn in for?” Her response…”8 minutes.”
Several questions still haunt me to this day…
Why did I not just read the directions on the bag?
Why had I never made microwave popcorn prior to that day?
Who asks an 8 year old for help?
As 95% of the world knows, 8 minutes is entirely too long, and it only took 5 minutes in for the house to become smoky and to reek ofburnt popcorn. As I quickly removed the bag from the microwave, and tossed it into the sink, I realized a very important lesson…I was incredibly book smart, but strongly lack what my mother referred to as, ‘street smarts.’
“Common sense, not so common,” is a favorite saying of my husband.
I then remind him that he didn’t marry me for my common sense…he married me for my looks.