Last night I decided to test my stamina by whipping up dinner. First time I tried doing any real cooking after Katherine was born, and perhaps not best tackled after our night of no sleep.
I started early and was prepared to take breaks if Katherine needed feeding or if I needed to lie down. I did really well, getting through 3/4 of a delicious chickpea curry recipe before I needed to take a break. Sydney offered to keep the dish going and add the last several ingredients, which I had set out on the counter. One of the coolest ingredients is a cup of steeped tea. I heard Sydney ask, “Is the tea already measured?” and had answered in the affirmative before my brain followed up with the thought, “That’s why it’s in a measuring cup . . .”
In another second I was off the couch, looking with dismay at the pot on the stove. “That’s not the tea.”
“Oh? What is it?”
“That’s the comfrey I’m supposed to put in my bath after dinner.”
Mmmm, comfrey chickpeas.
We started over.
Erin
Alan Schmierer
Glad you’re feeling a bit better, Erin. I’m sure you’ll be bustling about the house again soon. 🙂
I’m also intrigued by this tea-and-chickpea curry – you’ll have to send the recipe along. 🙂
<3, L
What a funny story! I’m glad you’re being well taken care of. I’m interested in that curry recipe too–minus the comfrey =).
–lws