Ok...you can call it what you want...a
senior moment, a
brain freeze...
forgetfulness...but I know what the problem is...and it has nothing to do with shrinking brain cells!
You see I decided to make a potato salad yesterday - just a simple dish. I peeled and chopped the potatoes, onion and celery, added the dijon mustard, mayo and spices, stirred it up, all the while admiring my fine work...and then it happened...as I lifted the spoon to my mouth for the obligatory "taste test"...that little dim light, that was apparently in sleep mode, turned on with a flash!
WARNING * WARNING * WARNING* DO NOT EAT * DO NOT EAT*...indeed...I had forgotten to boil the potatoes! They were completely
raw, uncooked!
And the salad was finished!
"How could I be so stupid?", I thought. "Seriously...forget to cook the potatoes?" "Really?"
...and then I peered around to see if anyone was watching. Whew...I'm safe.
But I will not accept defeat and I will not admit to a diminished supply of active brain cells.
It's just that my brain is
FULL - in fact it is overflowing with 53 years of names, facts, recipes and other useless information (until you play Trivial Pursuit that is).
It has become impossible for me to cram in anything else without shedding something first!
Let's see...I could let go of that poem I recited in third grade...and I certainly don't need my bike lock combo from Jr. High School...and what about the names of my old boyfriends (well perhaps I could keep a couple of those)...but if I toss out the "two all beef patties, special sauce..." commercial and my body fat number from 1985...I just might remember to pick up my daughter from school, put the milk away in the fridge rather than the pantry and still win on Cash Cab!
Just think of the valuable space I would gain! See I am not getting old...just
full!Isn't that wonderful? I feel so much better.
Oh...what did I do with my potato salad - you ask? Well I considered serving "Hot Potato Salad"...after all it tasted great...but I cooked it up, of course...and then I chilled it for a couple of hours...and you know... no one was the wiser...
Except for my brother who came in and asked for a bite just as I realized my little faux pas...
"Don't even ask" I said, as I refused his request... and we both just laughed!