Monday, July 28, 2008

Hot Sauce

A quick story... so you know that my kitchen is jinxed, because I am not the only perpetrator of foibles here.

A beloved family member who is staying with us was cooking dinner while I was feeding the baby. After the baby was done, I went to serve dinner to the kids -- spaghetti with meat sauce, their favorite. It looked odd, but I didn't think anything of it, because I trust her cooking.

A moment after diving into the spaghetti, M commented, "This is hot." E started waving her hand wildly at her face and motioning for something to drink. I was looking at the sauce in the pot, confused. Why did she put peppers in it? Are those... jalapeno seeds?

Then it dawned on me. She didn't use the jar of spaghetti sauce I bought the other day. I peeked into the recycling bin.

There was an empty jar of Pace Picante Sauce at the bottom of the bin I had just emptied this morning.

After I picked myself up off the floor and found my breath from laughing hysterically, I served the girls plain noodles and put aside the meat sauce. Needless to say, we're having tacos tomorrow.


Doulala said...

Oh my! Ha ha ha ha! Too funny! Did anyone eat it?
I don't think it's your kitchen, my cookies turned out just fine. ;-) So did the other meal I cooked there a while ago.
Nope, it's you. I can only guess that maybe the other family member's mistake had something to do with language differences.

Karen said...

And that is why I stick to making margaritas at your house.