Last night, I made vegetable lasagna. It was a work of art--fresh squash and eggplant, broccoli, cauliflower, the perfect ratio of noodles to sauce to cheese.
While it was baking, I realized I was missing my beloved pea green silicone oven mitt.
Thus began a 40-minute ransacking of the apartment, tearing apart the couch, peering into crevices with a flashlight, putzing around the washer/dryer--and nothing. No pot holder. And I'm screaming, "Where's the potholder? How the f does a potholder just disappear from an apartment this small? Why do I lose everything? And why am I punishing myself by watching this horribly predictable Lifetime movie about binge drinking?"
Eventually I gave up and used my regular old oven mitts. And the lasagna was really, really good. I was looking forward to eating it all week.
So this morning, I woke up. I went to the lasagna. It was calling out to me. (The official word is, I was planning on taking it for lunch. . . but really, why can't lasagna be breakfast?) I cut into it. Are you seeing where this is going? And there, underneath the bottom layer of noodles, was . . . my pea green silicone oven mitt. . . completely unharmed. . . covered in tomato sauce and ricotta cheese.
And I'm trying to figure out how an oven mitt makes its way into a lasagna. I checked the recipe, and it absolutely did not call for an oven mitt.
And I'm also trying to figure out if there's any way I ingested silicone molecules.
And I'm also trying to figure out if there's a bigger nitwit alive.
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OK, so when you told me this story, I was imagining you have the same oven mitt as me - it is basically clear. And then I can kind of see how this happened. But I didn't know it was GREEN!!!!
Mmm.. that lasagna sounds good! (even with the mitt.. at least it wasn't cloth)
And don't you know that Lifetime should never be watched, just ridiculed?
Hope your MOM doesn't read this!
Snap!
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