When I started this blog a couple of years ago, I thought I would post about once a month about some momentous adventures in my kids' lives. I didn't realize it would become a composite of confessions for the domestically challenged part of me. I didn't know I would be airing all my dirty little secrets (newsflash, I suck at housekeeping.)
But here we are, two years later, and it's pretty obvious that I am not a gifted domestic diva. Tonight I was making a potato bar for dinner. I was so cute, I had all my 'fixins' laid out in little bowls, made my bacon nice and crisp ahead of time and let it sit to firm. I was chatting with my friend Sonja while I washed the potatoes and popped them in the oven. I asked her at the time, "Why do I need to wrap these in tin-foil? Guess we'll see." (FYI, Sonja didn't know either... sorry Sonj, I need to validate my ignorance here!) Well, I found out that you wrap the potatoes in tin foil before you put them in the heat because, ladies, they will EXPLODE in the oven if you don't! Yes, that's right, pop right open and spew little bits of baked potato all over your nice clean oven floor. Then, since you won't realize that the potatoes are exploding in your oven, they will be burnt and baked on indefinitely (or at least until the cleaning lady comes and has a heart attack when she opens the oven.)
By the way, the really big potatoes did not explode, so we were still able to salvage enough to have a loaded potato dinner... but still.... there's this to deal with.