There is not a hex on my kitchen. I’m not sure I believe in hexes. If I did, I would tell you that without a doubt there is some hexing going on. It all started last Sunday when I mistakenly brought a feta cheese and Greek yogurt mixture instead of whipped cream over to a friend’s house. Strawberry shortcake needs whipped cream, people. Things have gone downhill from there. I have misplaced valuable pieces of kitchen equipment, broken things, had simple things not turn out. It’s been a week.
When I started to think, maybe there really is a such thing as a hex, I stepped back and realized that what is happening is that I have taken on too much. Here is what my cooking week will have looked like once Sunday is over:
Sunday – Baked strawberry shortcake and made strawberry ice cream for dinner with friends.
Monday – Made a green salad, chocolate swirl pound cakes, and tiramisu ice cream for dinner with the neighbors.
Tuesday – Made spinach and shallot flan, spring vegetable salad, and feta/yogurt spread for clients.
Wednesday – Made an Indian dinner feast for a friend’s 40th birthday dinner.
Thursday – Made salted caramel filling and chocolate ganache.
Friday – Grilled vegetables for a salsa, made black beans for dip, filled and frosted cake for same friend’s 40th b-day party, made custard for ice cream for Father’s Day at my brothers’ house.
Saturday – Away for the night for friend’s party. Husband goes off to Cannes (yes, Cannes, as in France) for a week.
Sunday – Will come home around 2pm and frantically make raspberry cake and strawberry ice cream for Father’s Day.
In the midst of all this, I am also a stay at home mom which means I am changing diapers, feeding and clothing my children and making sure they don’t do things like jump off the kitchen counter or destroy our entire DVD system (was not successful with the latter).
This is a lot – even for me who usually does a lot. I think it’s too much. Oh, and did I mention that my insomnia is back? I’m averaging about 5 hours of sleep a night. Maybe this is why I am misplacing things and things aren’t turning out. When I realized today that I had misplaced one of my 9″ cake pans (where exactly would I have put that?) I was at my wits end. I improvised and made the cake in 3 – 8″ pans. When I started to frost the cake and the filling started oozing out the sides, I almost cried. I don’t have time for something to not turn out at this point.
All this is the long way of saying that I’m not sure when the next recipe is going to appear here. I’d like to think that I will remember my camera tomorrow and will be able to tell you that the cake, salsa, and bean dip are amazing and give you the recipes complete with gorgeous photos. Actually, at this point, I will be happy if I remember all the pieces of things that I need to bring including a sleeping bag and a flashlight. I would like to think that my brain will start working again and the hex will lift. I would like to think I will be back in the saddle Monday or so. If not, you will know why.
In the meantime, for the moms out there who work and/or multi-task like crazy…any tips?