It Wasn't Meant To Be

Monday I made lemon bars for our home evening treat. It was my turn to pick the treat, and they sounded good so I made them even though I know they're not Mary's favorite. (She's picky about her treats and won't actually try them. No wonder she's skinny, huh?)

I hurried after lunch to throw them in the oven before I put Adam down for his nap since I really need to work while he naps instead of making treats.

The first disaster occurred while I was making the crust. I whipped up the butter and then mixed in some sugar just like the directions said. I thought to myself, "I'll just leave the sugar out. I'll need it for the filling in a minute." Then like an idiot instead of putting in flour I started dumping in more sugar. I tried dumping out the extra sugar, but after a minute I realized it would just be easier to start again.

The rest of it seemed to go just fine. I even took a small snitch before dinner that night. Doug professed to be shocked when he came home and saw it, but I explained that someone had to taste and see if they were poison before serving them. (Good plan to check for poison when I was home alone with the kids, right?)

Well home evening turned out to be just great. Alex pitched a big fit about dinner and got sent to bed early. After playing hopscotch for a while Mary started wheezing and we had to give her a nebulizer treatment. And to make things worse, I thought the lemon bars didn't taste quite right anyway when we did try to eat them.

Well the next morning came. Mary seemed healthy again so I got her up to go to school. She wanted to take soup in her lunch. So I started to heat up some water on the stove to put in her Thermos to get it nice and hot before I put in the soup that was cooking in the microwave. (Does hot water even help or have I cooked up some urban legend in my head about that?)

I unfortunately turned on the wrong burner... The burner that the pan of lemon bars happened to be sitting on. I was in and out of the kitchen trying to get her lunch packed and get Adam's because of course he woke up soaking wet. I went back in to get him some milk and noticed smoke coming from the lemon bars!

Yes, I was burning the lemon bars! They had a nice round burn mark on the bottom. I quickly pulled them off and figured I'd throw away at least the burned part when I got back from school.

About 5 minutes later I was standing in the dining room doing who knows what when I heard a huge cracking sound coming from the kitchen. Yes, my glass pan of lemon bars had just shattered into hundreds of pieces. Now there was no way to save even a few edge pieces.

Of course it was my large glass casserole dish that's perfect for a nice pan of lasagna or a huge pan of funeral potatoes for the ward Christmas dinner or to take dinner to someone when they've just had a baby or for making lemon bars in...

Maybe it was my subconscious letting me know I really didn't need any more junkfood going in???

Now for even more fun... I get to go clean my filthy bathrooms!