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Katy McKenna Raymond
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Too Specific?
So, I just spent two hours in the kitchen, somewhat against my better judgment, but you know? People do have to eat.
Of the ten pounds of ground beef I worked with, lots went into the World’s Largest Pyrex Dish of Zucchini Lasagne Ever. (No, I don’t make the kind of veggie lasagne where the veggies replace the meat. I make the kind where the veggies replace the pasta. Now you’re thinking like a low-carber!)
The rest of the meat got made into hamburger patties and cooked crumbled ground beef.
I did almost all the dishes associated with this mess, but then found that—with my back tempting to go out—-the pan of lasagne was too heavy to lift.
I went back into our office, fell into a chair, and said to Doug, “Honey, I need you to do three things for me, okay? First, lift the lasagne into the oven. Then, transfer the crumbled meat into a zipper bag and pop it in the freezer. And then, figure out the best way to cover those patties so they don’t get freezer burned and put them in the freezer, too.”
Maybe I forgot to say please, I don’t know. All I know is that several minutes went by and then he stood to his feet and looked at me. I looked back, waiting.
Finally, he said, “Umm, I’m moving something?”
It would have been a good time to get the floor behind the fridge cleaned, but I held off.
- He was, of course, INTENSELY concentrating when I asked for these favors. On income-producing work. I SHOULD have asked if he could be interrupted right then, but I didn't. When he's in the zone, pretty much nothing jolts him out of it.
But his responses never fail to crack me up.Posted by Katy on 08/05/08 at 11:26 AM - I get the same reaction from my husband. I recently told him he doesn't listen to me to which he responded, "Yes, I do; I just forget what you said"!! Dinner sounds great. Life is never dull, is it Katy?
Posted by Sandi Thompson on 08/06/08 at 08:32 AM
- I think I need that recipe....forget how heavy the pan is.
Posted by Mary Anne Green on 08/06/08 at 08:58 AM
- I live in a house with three males. I believe they suffer from a male-dominated ailment known as TBTD--testosterone blindness testosterone deafness. When I come into the room, I'm invisible and they can't here me, especially when I speak. No, that's not a woe-is-me comment. More like tongue in cheek.
Seriously, though, my men get in their zones too, particularly during video games, and not even an atom bomb will disrupt their concentration.Posted by Lisa Jordan on 08/08/08 at 06:22 AM - Sandi--Your husband is hilarious!!! I laughed out loud over this. Thanks!
Mary Anne--This particular recipe was new to me, and didn't turn out as good as I hoped. We ATE it, though... :) But I didn't love it....so sad.
Lisa--Love it!!!!! I wonder why men do get in zones that don't seem to be penetratable, like when they play games? My zones can always be penetrated, especially if I hear the word "coffee." :)Posted by Katy on 08/14/08 at 07:43 AM
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