This morning I poured 6-7 cat treats out of a full bag of treats, put the bag away, picked up the treats and threw them in the trash. D’oh!!
One March, I was writing out a series of post-dated cheques for my landlord. I got the year wrong, on all of them. So I crossed each of them out and wrote the year properly this time. Or so I thought. I had re-written the wrong year, again, on all of them.
On Sunday I put my coffee mug in the microwave to warm up the last of the coffee then wandered off. Monday morning I’m wandering around the house looking for my mug and couldn’t find it. Monday evening I opened the microwave to thaw out meat for dinner, and found my coffee cup.
Yesterday I was the only person in the office and had to run downtown to drop off some drawings. I got outside the office door, made sure I had the delivery, made sure I had my purse and car keys, locked the doorknob lock, and the instant the door closed I realized I had left my office keys on my desk. I was locked out for an hour and a half before the boss got back to the office. Doh!
I discovered recently that a can (okay, two cans) of soda really will explode if you leave it in the freezer too long, just like Mom said. Now I use a timer when I need to quick-chill.
That reminds me of one of mine, Cher. I turned the barbecue on after I was finished cooking to bake off all the remnants on the grill, then forgot about it. I use the timer when I cook off remnants on the grill now.
For some reason, I have a terrible time with bread bag plastic closer things. I take them off, turn around, and I can’t find them.
I once read a recipe that called for 2 1/2 tablespoons of butter. I was out of butter so I went to the store and absentmindedly bought 2 1/2 POUNDS of it. I actually started opening the packages up and putting them into the crock pot when I thought, “Gee that’s an awful lot of butter.” So then I reread the recipe and saw the mistake. I spent the next few weeks eating butter with everything.
You’re not the only one.
My mom made pan fried smelt once, and she grabbed the powdered sugar instead of the flour.
Excuse me while I vomit.
I was making some mac’n’cheese once, and instead of grabbing the stick of butter out of the fridge, I grabbed the stick of lard by mistake…
Little tip: If you’re making a rum n’ coke and absent-mindedly reach for the first reddish-looking 12oz. can you see in the fridge, be sure and read the damn can …or at least look at what you’re making at some point before raising it to your lips. Rum and V8 can come as quite a shock.
At a restaurant, I grabbed a shaker I thought was salt for my french fries…turned out to be powdered sugar :smack:
Yeah, blame the husband…
The icing comes out better if you refrigerate the mixer. :rolleyes:
Was it buttermilk salad dressing? :rolleyes:
Ooo! I’ve done that, except I lost I block of mozzerella cheese. I put it down when the phone rang and forgot all about it. I wasn’t happy when I found it by my sewing machine the next morning.
I like pre-heating plates on the electric oven, but have a short-term memory that’s more medium term. The first time I broke a plate it was with such a sharp CRACK! it was amazing. Same with the second. The third time wasn’t quite so spectacular.
I still heat plates this way, but I keep my hand on the control for the 6 or so seconds on ‘high’ it needs to get to the proper temperature.
As a young pup I was trying to bake using our newfangled Microwave. (Came with a big ol Cook book, it did, it did!)
Took four attempts before I discovered that Cocoa and Nestle Qick are NOT interchangable in brownies.
Years ago Mama Doug brings home yumptious gourmet meatloaf from some fancy food place. We have it for dinner. With great ceremony Mama announces: “NO seconds because we’re having SANDWICHES tomorrow.”
And promptly leaves the meatloaf on the kitchen counter. OVERNIGHT.
I read this thread earlier and couldn’t think of any examples. Then, I got dressed for work, grabbed my purse, and got half way to my car before realizing I WAS NOT WEARING ANY SHOES. :smack:
A couple weeks ago I had to walk to the doctors office. Since it was really hot, I had to put on a skirt, so I put in on and wandered out the door…then stopped, realising that all my important ephemera (wallet, keys, etc) were in my pants…
Fortunately, the door wasn’t locked.
I also frequently put my book on the counter and take dishes up the stairs after reading during meals.