Last night, I was boiling noodles for dinner when I realized I hadn’t set the timer. I *need* to set the timer when I boil noodles. My husband can throw noodles in a pot of boiling water and check on them after a bit, but I have an overwhelming need to set the timer.
I can’t not set the timer.
It’s just the way I am.
When I realized that I’d forgotten to set the timer, I let out a purposely dramatic yell. “Oh no, Claire! We’re cookin’ by the seat of our pants tonight!” I said with a laugh.
“Oh no!” she said. “That’s a bad idea! It could start a fire!” she exclaimed with a tone matching my own. “And, we could burn our buns!”
Had I been baking buns, rather than boiling noodles, her statement would have been even funnier.
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