It's a balmy 15°C (59°F) in Paris. Overcast as usual. With a 60% chance of rain. Ninety-six percent humidity. And winds out of the SW at 19 km/h.
For breakfast, I usually have a bowl of cereal and a cup of tea. Anybody who has been to our apartment, and has seen the rows and rows of boxes, knows that Lee and I eat All Bran Fibre Plus every morning. It keeps us regular. (No, don't cringe. You already know more about us than you ever wanted to know, so what's one more thing?) Actually, it keeps Lee on fast forward. That's why he is in his "office" for large parts of the day. Hence, this post. And this post.
There's this great tea and coffee place near St. Sulpice (very close to our apartment) that sells amazing teas and coffees from around the world. Lately, I've been on an Assam kick. It's this great tea from India. Yummyness.
So, this morning, as usual, I get my two little bowls out. I start heating up some water. I grab the box of cereal. The milk out of the fridge. The packet of tea leaves. My adorable little teapot with its little mesh thingy inside where the tea leaves steep. And I fill up the mesh thingy and start eating my cereal while I let the tea steep. A few minutes later, I pour my tea into my little bowl. Or at least what I thought was tea.
I steeped cereal. I actually steeped freaking cereal. It's official, I've turned into my mother. She once put underarm deodorant on her hair for a week straight because she thought it was her hair spray.
There's this great tea and coffee place near St. Sulpice (very close to our apartment) that sells amazing teas and coffees from around the world. Lately, I've been on an Assam kick. It's this great tea from India. Yummyness.
So, this morning, as usual, I get my two little bowls out. I start heating up some water. I grab the box of cereal. The milk out of the fridge. The packet of tea leaves. My adorable little teapot with its little mesh thingy inside where the tea leaves steep. And I fill up the mesh thingy and start eating my cereal while I let the tea steep. A few minutes later, I pour my tea into my little bowl. Or at least what I thought was tea.
I steeped cereal. I actually steeped freaking cereal. It's official, I've turned into my mother. She once put underarm deodorant on her hair for a week straight because she thought it was her hair spray.
5 comments:
it's okay. multiple times this year I have put my microwavable food in the fridge instead of the microwave, and my milk in the microwave instead of the fridge (i realize it right away though. i dont microwave my milk, thank god)
I once ordered the clam chowder and an iced tea while having a pleasant lunch with my parents and Kathryn. I managed to empty the equal into the bowl of clam chowder. I clearly remember my father glaring at me and saying, "Do you trade like that?"
I don't even have the excuse of it being morning, or being lost in my own thoughts, or anything really. I am still actually glad that I didn't stir it in, because I never would have lived that down.
Clearly, Pegs, you are not alone on the absent-minded scale. And just to add another voice to crowd, I'll toss in my morning mixup.
A few months back I woke up (as I usually do) incredibly groggy and focused on one single desire: coffee. So I went to the kitchen and fixed myself a small pot of that delicious liquid caffeine and got out a bowl of cereal and a mug - again, as I usally do. When the coffee was done I poured it and started started in on breakfast. It didn't take long before I noticed something was wrong. The cereal tasted incredibly bitter and hot, and my mug of coffee was ice cold. I looked down, and sure enough: I had poured the pot of coffee into the cereal and had a mug full of milk to go with it. Yum.
poured a pot of coffee into my cereal.
Ariel just read this post and laughed until she cried.
Ok, Eric wins. "Do you trade like that?" Seriously?
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