They
tell you not to leave your children unattended (“Unattended children will be
given an espresso and a free puppy,” reads a sign in my doctor’s office.)
They warn you not to leave a candle
unattended (136 Americans die annually due to this forgetfulness).
They tell you not to leave a stove burner
unattended (burner? What burner?)
But a mixer? Even just to go to the
bathroom?
I was preparing a New Year’s Eve meal in
advance for a group of 10 for tomorrow – a day when I have to work but am still
co-hosting a party with Rick – and was working on the last of the menu items, a
chocolate mousse.
Everyone knows how long it takes cream to
whip, right? You could walk around the block, close on your mortgage, do a
lifetime’s worth of push-ups and still be waiting for those peaks to form. So,
a trip to the bathroom seemed so innocent…
But when I returned, whipped cream was
flying everywhere – on the counter, on the walls, on my cell phone, on the
bills, on my purse and, soon, on Rick – who was gallantly trying to shroud the
mixer with his body, as though to spare other lives.
The damage was done but the peaks had
formed and I proceeded with the recipe – and the cleanup.
Still, the proof’s in the pudding – or the
mousse – right?
The final product tasted guest-worthy to
me.
And we’ll still get a good laugh when we
discover undetected whipped cream spots in remote kitchen sections in the
future.
Anyway, have a good new year.
I already am.
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