I decided to make this deliciously yummy pre-made frozen pizza.
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Now the challenge becomes, how to get said pizza out of the oven without creating a mess... brilliant me, grabs TWO metal spatulas... to lift the edges... G is watching me do all this and says, "honey, grab the oven mitts and pull out the rack"
Me, totally not following where he's going with this, pulls the rack out slightly, and then i pick up the spatulas again... G is like, "um, no - i meant pull it out ALL the way and put it on the stove top."
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh... ok. so i do that... now i can use the spaulas to make sure the pizza isn't sticking anywhere, so i can transfer it onto the cutting board... RIGHT? Wrong.
G watching this
i'm standing there
me, "picking up the pizza with the oven mitts"
G: "are you serious?! OR you can pick up the whole rack with the oven mitts and just slide the pizza onto the cutting board"
me: "oh, you didnt say to do that." #fail
him: "i really didn't think it was necessary... i really didn't expect you to try to pick up the pizza with the mitts."
and you thought asians were supposed to be like, super smart or something huh? it was definitely an Asian F moment (Glee reference)... it was an honest mistake people... an honest mistake.
anyway, after that, we had a delicious dinner where i proceeded to eat WAY more than G
happy hump day loves! please share your not so bright moments of the week with me so i don't feel so silly anymore!