This morning while coming downstairs I tripped on the carpet and almost fell. I looked down at the bottom of the stairs and first I thought of many things that I could’ve happened to my body. Second, I thought what are the people that find me going to think of my dirty kitchen?

Last Friday I had bought all the ingredients I needed for three meals to put in the freezer. I had worked on Friday in 98 degrees for two hours. I think I suffered a little bit of heat exhaustion and so when I worked again on Saturday, I was too wiped out to cook.

So yesterday it had to be done before the veg began to wilt and the meat started to get that weird brown tinge to it. I had three recipes, meatloaf, taco salad and beef and broccoli stir fry. Accepting I am not a great cook, I follow recipes very slowly.

I have a small kitchen so I really have to be careful about knocking things over, etc. I pulled out the corn and the tray broke spilling ears of corn all over the floor. I caught something on a bowl with two eggs waiting to be whipped and it ended up in the sink. I burned my arm a little bit from pulling out the meatloaf even though I had spent money on a very big silicone oven mitt. Which now that I think of it, doesn’t help that much if I only have one.

The taco salad meat I realized after I put one together to eat hadn’t called for taco seasoning so it was just a salad with hamburger meat (that sounds really gross). The “Best Meatloaf Ever” according to a cooking website ended up also bland and dry, the best COMBINA nation for a 1 pound lump of hamburger meat. Oh, that’s right I forgot. I bought the wrong diced toms for the recipe because there were only about 10 different combinations. Diced petite, no salt, garlic, fire roasted, on and on and Italian. The last one is the one I bought in error. I had to rinse over and over again to get all the spices out, I think it was oregano and something else.

I didn’t have the mental stamina to try the broccoli and beef. Probably never will.

I was frustrated and disappointed so I left the kitchen in a disastrous state and went to bed.

The first thing I did when I got home from work today was clean the kitchen, of course. It’s a good feeling to know I am now free and clear to fall down the stairs with no embarrassment.