So, here I am on the night before Thanksgiving. Being vegetarian and gluten-free, there are very few traditional Thanksgiving dishes that I can enjoy. I realized this evening that I'm craving Ambrosia Salad, and so I got to work with my preparations.
I bought crushed pineapple for a change, thinking it would be like pineapple tidbits. It looked like applesauce, but I figured it would be fine. As I turned to grab the mandarin oranges, *splat*, on the floor the bowl went, contents splayed across the linoleum by my feet.
My husband, having viewed my misfortune, offered to go to the store for more pineapple.
"No honey, that's OK. I guess I didn't need that ambrosia salad after all!"
"Yes you do, you hardly get anything for yourself. I'll just run to the market and grab a can for you. You want two?"
"Nah, that's OK, one is plenty. Thanks, honey! Maybe get regular pineapple this time, though."
So off to the store my dear husband went, returning pretty quickly, as the market is nearby.
Once again I opened a can of pineapple, drained it, and dumped it in my mixing bowl. In went the mandarin oranges, me oooo-ing and ahhh-ing over how huge the orange pieces were (huge, seriously! Biggest I've ever seen!) I turned to grab the sour cream and *SPLAT* Face down between my feet.
"Oh... my... GOD," I exclaimed, laughing, "I cannot frickin' believe I did it AGAIN!!"
Once again my husband trundled off to the store, this time bringing back two cans of each ingredient, and strongly suggesting that I move my preparations to the living room, where I was less likely to to have an accident.
Good gracious... and so, after finally achieving success in ambrosia, I am sitting here, waiting for it to chill, and thanking the good Lord for giving me the equanimity to accept my clutziness with a smile and a good-natured laugh
I bought crushed pineapple for a change, thinking it would be like pineapple tidbits. It looked like applesauce, but I figured it would be fine. As I turned to grab the mandarin oranges, *splat*, on the floor the bowl went, contents splayed across the linoleum by my feet.
My husband, having viewed my misfortune, offered to go to the store for more pineapple.
"No honey, that's OK. I guess I didn't need that ambrosia salad after all!"
"Yes you do, you hardly get anything for yourself. I'll just run to the market and grab a can for you. You want two?"
"Nah, that's OK, one is plenty. Thanks, honey! Maybe get regular pineapple this time, though."
So off to the store my dear husband went, returning pretty quickly, as the market is nearby.
Once again I opened a can of pineapple, drained it, and dumped it in my mixing bowl. In went the mandarin oranges, me oooo-ing and ahhh-ing over how huge the orange pieces were (huge, seriously! Biggest I've ever seen!) I turned to grab the sour cream and *SPLAT* Face down between my feet.
"Oh... my... GOD," I exclaimed, laughing, "I cannot frickin' believe I did it AGAIN!!"
Once again my husband trundled off to the store, this time bringing back two cans of each ingredient, and strongly suggesting that I move my preparations to the living room, where I was less likely to to have an accident.
Good gracious... and so, after finally achieving success in ambrosia, I am sitting here, waiting for it to chill, and thanking the good Lord for giving me the equanimity to accept my clutziness with a smile and a good-natured laugh
