tonight, because i wanted a big slab of chocolate cake, i decided to make some sugar free fat free instant chocolate pudding. which is actually quite tasty, despite all of christine’s very loud and vehement protestations that anything sugar free fat free is CRAP. it’s especially good with cool whip.
so i emptied the package into a bowl and added two cups of milk, and started stirring.
it takes two minutes for it to turn into pudding.
i stirred some more.
and kept stirring.
and it wasn’t getting thick.
did i accidentally add too much milk? sometimes when i make french bread, i’m talking to somebody or otherwise get distracted, which can be bad because there are supposed to be seven cups of flour and all of a sudden i have no idea how many cups i’ve added to the mixing bowl.
but i felt that i measured out the two cups of milk quite accurately.
perhaps the pudding was defective? they forgot to add the guar gum, or whatever the hell it is that makes the pudding instantly chocolately thick.
last night at the art opening mercedes got a diet coke, except she said it tasted TERRIBLE. i tried it, and she was right. it was flat and had no taste at all. we went and got another one, and it, too, was terrible. i then totally dropped the ball, good-aunt-wise, and told her there was nothing more to do.
at least i didn’t encourage her to switch to wine. so maybe i’m not the WORST aunt in the world.
but so after i kept stirring the stupid chocolate pudding for about five minutes, and it’s only supposed to take two, a LIGHTBULB suddenly went off in my brain.
THIS WAS NOT INSTANT PUDDING AT ALL. THE BOX WAS CLEARLY MARKED “COOK-N-SERVE.”
do you wonder how i make it through the day? because sometimes i do. if i’m not losing/dropping/breaking things, i’m not paying attention to anything at all.
so that’s my goal for tomorrow – pay more attention. all day long.
whew, it makes me tired just thinking about it. maybe i’ll try to pay attention at least a few hours, in order to ease into it.
and i can’t make any promises about the losing/dropping/breaking, because it’s too much an ingrained part of me. it’s bound to happen. but at least i’m used to it.
goodnight.
gracefully grace.