The Blue Mashed Potatoes-From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power

Welcome to Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power and thanks for stopping by and sharing your time with me. I have a funny story to share with you and it’s a bit lengthy so I’ll do it in two blogs. Grab your coffee and come on in.

Last Tuesday, I was on the record and I hadn’t been feeling good all day, but then something unimaginable happened; I began to experience the most excruciating pain in my body, so much so that I began to sweat profusely and squirm in my seat. There I was, my arms outstretched and my hands on the keyboard, trying to concentrate on the words flying at me instead of my pain and it was getting more and more difficult to preserve the record. You should have seen the looks I was getting from the adjuster who was there with his attorney. I can just imagine his dinnertime conversation that night! 🙂

I was about to give in to passing out when suddenly it dawned on me to pray and ask Him to take away the pain. Within ten minutes, it was gone! Forty-five  minutes later, the deposition was over and I was on my way home, reeling in the aftershocks of the pain and the miracle all at once. No wonder I felt drained of energy!

But I was not to be fueled by food, that’s for sure, not only because Tuesday evening is my husband’s and my fasting time – we exchange eating dinner for praying for our kids – but two hours after I lay down and fell asleep, I was forced out of bed so harshly by the Montezuma’s revenge! 🙁 I swear I gave up everything I’d eaten in the last two weeks. Just kidding, but truly, the bathroom floor became my stopping ground until 6:00 a.m. the following morning, when relief finally came and I landed back in bed, my bones and joints aching like I had never experienced before.

Anyway, needless to say, this flu knocked me on my butt for sure and so my husband had to fly solo in the kitchen on Wednesday night for a birthday dinner that we were supposed to be putting on for our friend, Joe. We had marinated the roast the night before and he put it in the crock pot, and then he had sliced the potatoes for scalloped potatoes to make it easier on me the next day because he knew I wasn’t feeling that good and I was supposed to go to work. So we did all the prep work the night before and I have to give him kudos for being a good team player. I love his heart and the longer we’re married, the better he plays!

So anyway, I didn’t go to work on Wednesday. I had to call off and the earth didn’t stop rotating! Imagine that 🙂  Instead, I lay in bed ALL day long — I don’t even remember the last time I had to do that – and when my hubby got home from work, he went to work in the kitchen because we had ten people coming over for dinner! The roast had been cooking for a better part of the day, so all he had to do was the potatoes, and for some reason, he actually thought that mashed potatoes would be easier for him than scalloped. I couldn’t, for the life of me, figure that one out, because the hard part was already done, which was the cutting, but as I think about it now, I have to smile. See, men are blue (simple in most cases) and women are pink (a bit more complicated and usually more confident in the kitchen). He had never done scalloped potatoes before and he wasn’t about to attempt something new on this night!

He had already made a couple of trips upstairs to ask me questions about the meat, and to inform me he was going to do mashed potatoes instead of scalloped because he didn’t think there was enough cooking time. That sounded pretty legitimate, though it wasn’t quite 5:00 and dinner wasn’t until 6:30. But then again, I do have a habit of cutting things too close! Anyway, my assistant was also down there in my office working and at one point I heard him yell out, “Lauren, I need your help.” I giggled to myself, despite feeling so achy and sick, and continued to watch Judge Somebody on TV. I never watch TV at this hour!

Suddenly, here George was again upstairs. “I think I added too much milk in the potatoes.” You should have seen his panic-stricken face. I’m laughing as I’m typing this right now. I just want to squeeze him to me! “How much is too much?” I asked. “I don’t know,” he said. “They’re too creamy.” I suggested he added some grated cheese to them and see if that soaked up the milk a bit. He seemed to like that idea and off he went.

Well, he never came back upstairs, so I assumed that everything was all right with the mashed potatoes. The doorbell began ringing and the people began coming, and soon there was the sounds of laughter and fun conversation echoing from the kitchen up into my bedroom. I was sad that I couldn’t join them, but I felt a sense of contentment knowing they were all having a good time and eating a good meal cooked by my teammate. I even began to be a little hungry for them mashed potatoes.

I should probably let you go for now, but please come back tomorrow to hear the hilarious ending about these blue mashed potatoes.

Love and laughter,

Evinda

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2 Responses to “The Blue Mashed Potatoes-From Coffee Hour @ Chicklit Power”

  1. Interesting thoughts here. I appreciate you taking the time to share them with us all. It’s people like you that make my day 🙂

  2. Jan Bachelor says:

    Love the fact that George followed through and did his best to pull it all together. He is soooooooo awesome! Ha And by the way, always keep some instant potato around cuz you can add that to the real deal and voila Bob’s Your Uncle!(English saying for problem solved)! Kisses, and George is the BOMB!