A Pecan Pie and a Shit Show

I cram way too much into my Saturday’s, and I end up rushed and sometimes frazzled. Take today, for example. I had a long list to accomplish, and I was successful in all of it. However, my execution towards the end was not pretty.

Of course I pushed my time on the computer to the absolute last minute because I wanted to be on cam by 715p EST. 

It was 615p EST when I signed off the computer. Plenty of time to shower and get ready for cam.

I walked into the kitchen to check on dinner and then I saw it.

My pecan pie recipe. I had planned on baking it for MtnMan and my day got away from me because I cram too much into my Saturday’s.

Gah!

But, no problem. I started mixing the ingredients and would “pop” it in the oven and set it to bake while I showered.

And then I got the the final ingredient. Eggs. It calls for three eggs and I only had one. 

I had three that morning, but made MtnMan an egg sandwich, using 2 of the 3 eggs I needed. *Face Palm* Had I remembered that I needed all three eggs for the pie, I’d have told him and he’d have had no problem grabbing a burrito on his way into town. But nope, I forgot! 

I contacted the neighbor lady, whom I have coffee with, because she has chickens. She definitely had 2 eggs to spare. No reply. I waited. And waited. Twenty minutes later, I send another neighbor a message and no reply! 

So, a mad dash into town because this pecan pie needs 3 fucking eggs! 

As I was leaving the house, the second neighbor replied, which was amazing because her daughter met me at the door, and I was back in my kitchen inside of 5 minutes! 

Whew! Problem averted. 

It was an utter fucking shit show, I assure you of that! I was a walking disaster, but thankfully the pecan pie turned out great. I mean, I assume it did, it’s still cooling on the counter because I forgot to bake it this morning. 

I skipped my shower (I know, gross) and was still on cam by 745p EST – only 30 minutes late after that fiasco.

I’m in a private session, and I just happen to look down and I’ve got pie goop on my shoulder, and part of my hair was caked in goop. Ack! 

I am a walking fucking disaster in the kitchen when I’m in a mad rush to get it done, and it’s all because I cram way too much stuff into my Saturday. I must work on that. 

But, the pecan pie was a success, making the mad rush, the shit show and the mess all worth it! 

I made him pecan pie and he surprised me with flowers! The mess, it’s always worth it.