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It’s been a wacky week or so since we returned from Boston. With the injury to Goalielocks’, we really haven’t gotten back into our normal routine. Although today he was finally able to return to school. Unfortunately, his headache came back in second period lasting the rest of the day. We’re hopeful, as is he, that tomorrow will be a better day. It was much wackier than my imagination could have conjured.
Anyway, as I was saying it has been a wacky week. You may have noticed that our family is filled with blondes. Can you imagine when you throw in a head injury to a family of blondes? It’s no bueno. Our first night back in Florida, my hubby grilled us some chicken breasts. When I got home, he was lamenting that the chicken breasts were taking way too long too cook. He thought perhaps he hadn’t thawed them completely or maybe it’s just that they’re thick. Oh no, it wasn’t either of those things.
Apparently, when you grill and use a handy dandy thermometer to check the food’s temperature, you should probably make sure you know temperature scale you’re using. Yep, if you keep taking the temperature of the chicken breast in Celsius, you’ll be hard pressed to get that chicken over 85 degrees. He did give it the old college try, but figured it out when the chicken was still only 80 degree Celsius (a.k.a. 176 degree fahrenheit.) Surprisingly, the chicken breasts were still pretty tasty and not entirely too dry. In his defense, the kids had changed it to the metric system for their cooking use and didn’t switch it back. Why the kids use the metric system from time to time is an entirely different post.
In other news, I ended up with a sore throat, laryngitis and a cold this weekend. I know, you probably heard the men in my life celebrating the silence this weekend. On Saturday night, we did a movie night. The hubby had to run out to Publix to get groceries for dinner (since he didn’t grocery shop in my absence.) While at Publix, I asked him to pick up some sorbet and a little treat from the bakery (like a chocolate covered strawberry.) He asked me what sorbet flavor I wanted and I responded (as loudly as I could,) “anything but mango.”
Apparently, the only word he heard was mango. I can’t really blame him since my voice was totally gone. However, I’m super allergic to mangoes. I mean, spent four months on prednisone because of my mango allergy. Can you guess what flavor sorbet he brought me? You guessed it: mango. As for my small treat from the bakery, a large mango key lie pie. Oy vey!
To be fair, my allergist did think I’d be able to eat mangoes again. However, I wasn’t really up for tempting fate with my already swollen throat and laryngitis. Why tempt fate, right? So I did… Because Publix pies are amazing and who could really resist it? Not this girl! The world didn’t end, however, after a small bite of the pie, I woke up to a mild allergic reaction. My face was red, but this quickly abated. Nonetheless, this won’t be the year I go back to eating mangoes.