
Last night I went through the usual tasks to get dinner ready. I gathered the ingredients I would need to assemble the meatloaf, then went to the garden for the last few tomatoes and a sprig of fresh basil. Back in the kitchen I mixed the meatloaf and set it on the counter while the oven finished warming. Then I prepared the fresh tomato and onion salad, set the table and the timer, and busied myself with other things. After about a half hour or so (yes, it took that long!), I started to wonder why delicious smells weren’t tantalizing my taste buds. I soon discovered that…I forgot to put the meat in the oven!
Why Dinner Will Be Late
I remembered to…
chop the vegetables,
mince the garlic,
heat the olive oil.
I remembered to…
mix in the bread crumbs,
separate the egg white,
add a touch of Dijon.
I remembered to…
gather the tomatoes,
break off the basil,
blend the oil and vinegar.
Why weren’t delicious smells…
tantalizing my taste buds,
waking my salivary glands,
building my anticipation?
I forgot to…
put the meat in the oven!!!
Honey…
open the wine,
grab some appetizers,
dinner will be late tonight!
Sounds worth waiting for…
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Dinner wasn’t late. It was served at an elegant hour at a place where it is hard to get reservations. 🙂
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Like your thinking!
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It was perfect timing . . . you could leisurely enjoy the aroma and your wine simultaneously!
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