Disaster Confessions

Today's typing class conversation was more dramatic than usual.

Girl #1:  The other night we had company after church, and Mom told me to put the meatballs in the oven before we left so they'd be ready when we got home.  I found the pan and put it in the oven.  When we got home, we found the pan of meatballs still cold, in the refrigerator.  I had put a pan of pudding in the oven instead.  It had cream cheese in it, and it looked awful.

Girl #2:  One time my mom went to tremendous pains to brine a chunk of meat with all sorts of strange ingredients in the brine.  Then when she told me to take out the garbage, I thought she meant this really gross looking stuff, and it was her meat, and I dumped it into the pigpen.  My mom had a fit, so my dad went and rescued it and washed it off, but we didn't eat it.  My mom made some more then and it was really good.

Girl #3:  One time my mom cooked chicken and saved the broth for some soup she was going to make.  I thought it was dirty water and dumped it down the drain.

As the only mother in the room, my heart went out to each of these girls' mothers, but I did feel sympathy for the girls too.  Those had to be some awful moments.

I hope sharing the stories diluted the horror.