Hoo boy. As much as I hate super hot weather in summer (a lot) and can generally tolerate cold weather, this winter is getting a little ridiculous. Seriously ridiculous. From ice storms to a blizzard, we're ready for weather that doesn't involve long underwear.
(Note, it's March 13 and there have only been a couple of days above freezing this month – if that.)
And I think it's safe to assume that cabin fever has kicked in around our little kitchen. But yesterday, hubris did too – and it ended hilariously.
Because it was so cold and blustery and blizzard-ey yesterday, I was craving Mexican food – flautas in particular. I hadn't counted on that craving during the pre-bad-weather run to the grocery store, but I was feeling a little smug because I could make everything from scratch without needing to leave the apartment.
No cilantro or tomatoes for homemade salsa? Well that was just fine. I had one remaining bag of frozen cherry tomatoes in the freezer that I'd put up during the summer, and I had parsley in the fridge along with dried chilies in the cabinet. Boom. Problem solved.
No tortillas? Ha! That's not an issue for someone as super duper clever as this woman! I had flour and baking powder to make my own. Boom. Problem solved.
And then I remembered something horrible. Silly and small, but huge at the same time.
We were out of toothpicks to hold the flautas together while frying.
Nooooo! My dinner plans were ruined!
Then I started giggling. Giggles turned into guffaws. The whole thing just seemed so silly. Still laughing, I called Jedd and told him about my inflated sense of competence during a blizzard – and my undoing.
He didn't laugh at all. Sounding a little perplexed he said that was no problem – he'd just whittle me some toothpicks when he got home.
He'd. Just. Whittle. Me. Some. Toothpicks. When. He. Got. Home.
Needless to say that undid me. I was crying with laughter.
But sure enough. Jedd whittled me some toothpicks - see his "recipe" below - and we had flautas for dinner.
I'm still not sure if the whole situation was as hilarious as it seemed at the time, or if I just REALLY needed to laugh. But after Jedd finished his small woodworking project, he got the giggles too.
Cabin fever is real, ya'll.