I had to laugh when a radio show I enjoy began a segment, Minor Confessions. I like to pretend they are closet Home Ec 101 fans and someday they’ll slip and confess that. Sometimes life sets the bar pretty high and not all of us meet it every day. Rather than hide those slips and misses, get them off your chest and know you aren’t alone.
I’ve got a couple to get the ball rolling:
- I am a complete and utter spaz. If there is a hole, I’ll find it and turn my ankle. I can walk along a smooth sidewalk and trip over nothing. At least in downtown Charleston, I’m not the only one tripping; the sidewalks are cracked and uneven, not to mention the cobblestones. A trip down there allows me to fumble on my way in peace.
- There is a package of chicken feet in my fridge and I’m endlessly and morbidly fascinated. I have a post planned for later this week on bravery in the kitchen. Here’s where the metal meets the road, folks.
Dish on, Home Eccers, remember perfect is a dirty word.