By Heather O.
You may have heard about our garden. DH may have mentioned it a time or two . But now it’s the end of summer, and we have lots of tomatoes. Lots. So, I thought I would be ambitious and make fresh, homemade tomato soup to use up some of our tomatoes. And really, how hard could that be?
Everything started out fine, until the recipe called to “puree until smooth.” I figured that meant stick everything in the blender, so I poured my simmering mixture into the blender and turned it on high, while Jacob played with cars at my feet.
Mistake number one. The blurpy mixture practically exploded, and in a fraction of a second, half of my kitchen was covered in onions and partially boiled tomato stuff. Unfortunately, Jacob’s box of goldfish crackers was next to the blender, and he saw it get covered in goosh. He was not pleased.
Jacob: “Hey, you got my Goldfish dirty! Move them out of the way! And who got all that stuff on the walls? Who got the walls dirty, Mommy?”
Me:”Um, who do you think?”
He gave me a shrewd look I would not have thought capable of a 3 year old, grabbed his box of crackers, and went back to his cars and his goldfish after I cleaned the orange sludge off of them.
So then I thought the blender was too full, so I poured out some of the mixture, realigned the blender, and tried it again. Mistake number two. The results, sadly, were exactly the same, except this time, I covered the kitchen, the floor, AND my Sunday clothes with said glurpy orange sludge.
Jacob looked up at the mixture of sounds that included the blender being turned rapidly on and then rapidly off, my screeches of pain and alarm, and the orange goop hitting the wall yet again.
Jacob:”Mommy, what are you doing? Why are you getting those walls so dirty?”
Again, the shrewd look was on his face, and I tried to laugh. He just kept looking at me, not laughing, and I thought, “Great. He’s only 3, and he’s already figured out his mother is capable of being a complete idiot.”
C’mon, people, he’s only 3! I thought I had at least 5 good years before he figured it out.
I cleaned up the sludge, and tried to serve the pathetic soup for dinner. It was nasty. We went for a family walk, and then DH made us all hotdogs for dinner.
At least I wasn’t cleaning up puke anymore.
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