As a child, when I didn’t do something my parents had asked me to do, my answer as to why I didn’t do as I was told was inevitably “I forgot.” I drove my parents crazy. They must have heard me say “I forgot” about a million times.
The “I forgot” excuse has followed me into adulthood, only now I mutter it to myself surrounded by a few swear words. Wednesday morning, I checked my calendar and saw that I had written “egg casserole”. In the Tuesday night box. I was supposed to make an egg casserole for the Wednesday morning MOPS meeting on Tuesday night. @#!%! I forgot! &%@#!
My usual egg casserole is supposed to sit in the refrigerator overnight to let the butter, eggs and milk soak into the bread, so it can be at its yummiest the next day. I scrambled (scrambled…get it? I needed to make an egg casserole? Egg casser…. Oh, never mind.) Ahem…I scrambled to find an egg casserole recipe online that did not require the overnight soaking. I then dressed myself, dressed the girls, got them strapped into their car seats, and headed for the Jewel by 7:30 a.m. I know! I can scarcely believe it myself! The recipe I found needed 20 minutes to bake, so I thought if I got back home by 8:00 I could mix it up, put it in the oven, still have time to put on make-up and get back in the car by 9:00 to drop Lily off at preschool before heading over to my 9:30 MOPS meeting. But on the drive home at 7:50, THERE WAS A TRAIN! A super-duper, long, slow, freight train!
I made it home by 8. As I pulled into the garage, I remembered that I forgot to buy white bread. I had to use multi-grain bread in the casserole. Not bad, but not as tasty, either. If you’re going to throw eggs, milk and ham into a casserole, why try to make it “healthy” with whole grain bread?
Lily was on time for preschool, and I had a fully-cooked egg casserole ready for MOPS. I just can’t see me being less forgetful as I grow older…can you?