I did make something yesterday. I managed to get 6.5 quarts of delicious tomato sauce canned before heading out to the Lyric Opera free concert in Millenium Park. This time around, as opposed to last year, I left out the crushed red pepper, because I just found it too spicy to be a versatile sauce for pasta and pizza last time. I also almost doubled the roasting time in the oven from 10 hours to 18, resulting in a much thicker, saucier sauce. So I managed to get all this done and race out the door with picnic stuff, kids, and gifts in tow for my sister’s b-day celebration at the park. Not too shabby. I figured I’d take a cute photo of my sauce jars in the moonlight after I came home, since they’d be cooled off. Didn’t happen, but there’s a good reason.
In the Millenium Park garage, a kindly security guard who presumably had nothing better to do noticed us hauling kids, diaper bag, tote bags, etc., through the garage and offered us a ride to the door. We accepted, but while I was still loading Max and my paraphernalia into the back seat, she took off, leaving a throbbing tire tread on my right foot! I’m sorry to report that I screeched like a girl, but it got her to stop. Fortunately, my flat canvas shoes had enough give that my foot smooshed out all flat and suffered no serious damage or breakage. We hustled up to the park where I grabbed an ice pack out of the cooler and let the foot chill while I self-medicated with naproxen and chardonnay.
Excuses, excuses, I know, but by the time we got home, I was exhausted and stumbled to bed rather than take my moonlit sauce photo. Consider the creative idea effectively born, but tragically neglected. I’m doing surprisingly ok today. Just a little smarting on the top of my foot and a dull ache in my big toe. Soon it will just be another weird anecdote in my extensive collection.
