Well, my day is off to a disappointing start. Today I planned to make a group lunch, this time I planned to make Crockpot Coconut Curry Cashew Chicken. Because the recipe only requires four hours of cooking time I decided to drive everything in raw form to the office, prep my food here, and then cook it the necessary time. Even though I woke up late I was able to rush around the house and get to the office with ample time to execute my plan.
I had three reusable shopping bags — one containing raw vegetables and spices, one containing the crockpot a cutting board and my chef’s knife, and one containing a container of raw chicken and two containers of cooked white rice (that I made after getting home from German class last night). Everything made it to the office as expected. The plan was to wash and chop the potatoes and red peppers, and then chop the onion; once done all of this was going to into the crockpot. I’d then cut the chicken and add it along with all of the spices into the crockpot. Four hours later a delicious lunch would emerge from the crockpot.
In taking the cutting board out of the bag the chef’s knife raised up, and then fell. Fear not I was not injured. However, the knife fell butt-end back into the bag, landing directly on the bottom of the ceramic insert of the crockpot, and cracking it. I checked, the crack went all the way through to the bottom.
There is no way that I can obtain another crockpot and make this dish by lunch today. So, instead I’ve had to email the seven coworkers who were relying on me to provide lunch and inform them that I cannot today.
Can you tell how pissed off I am right now?
Not only can I not provide lunch, I have to go to a store and buy another crockpot, all because I was too careless when I packed/unpacked my stuff. Even more maddening is that this is the crockpot whose life I prolonged last year by purchasing a replacement handle for its lid!
Perhaps Two Options For Tonight?
I have a ticket to the sold out Beirut concert at The Buckhead Theatre. I purchased my ticket long before finding out that another band I want to see, Eskimeau, is playing The Masquerade tonight. The parking at both venues stinks, so I can’t use this as a measure for which show I should attend. I am leaning toward the latter since I like the band better and Masquerade is closer to home than Buckhead Theatre.
If I had to make a choice in my current state of mind I’d choose neither and go directly home and just stew, but not in the new crockpot that I will possess, because now all of the ingredients for making the Crockpot Coconut Curry Cashew Chicken are here at the office and will remain overnight for an attempt at making it for tomorrow’s lunch.