We were making dinner together.
I like to do that -- even though the kitchen is quite small and we have to do a little do-si-do around each other when we're both in there together.
That's part of the charm of it, really. Bumping into each other "accidently."
I mean, really, we're approaching our sixth anniversary in April. We're still newlyweds, after all!
Anyway, I was in charge of the fish.
He was in charge of the au gratin potatoes. (From a box, of course. Z-man is the chef. We're just ordinary -- and chronic shortcut-takers.)
Anyway, his potatoes were first since they take 27 to 30 minutes. He mixie-mixie's and got them into the oven. Meanwhile I cleaned up some leftover materials off the counter.
A half-hour later, he pulled them out of the oven.
Weird ... it was still pretty loose. Shouldn't the sauce have thickened up a little?
I poked at it, and it sloshed. He looked at the box again. Yes, 3 1/2 cups of milk and a couple teaspoons of butter.
"Maybe we should put it in the microwave and boil off some of the liquid," he suggested.
Yeah, except it didn't do ANYTHING for it. In fact, it smelled not-right, too. Too buttery and milky.
We scratched our heads and looked at each other.
"Um," I said, suddenly remembering what I had cleared off the counter earlier. "Did you put the cheese mix in there?"
Yes, he mixed in the milk, the butter and the potatoes, but forgot the sauce mix.
But the best part ? He looked at me and grinned his goofy "oopsies" grin:
"Blog fodder, huh?"