Today is my husband’s birthday.
I haven’t been grocery shopping in two weeks, and I forgot to plan ahead and buy things for a cake. Or to plan out a stellar dinner in advance. My husband has been filling in our milk and egg needs on the fly, and I didn’t want to ask him to shop for his own birthday cake supplies. Honestly, I knew I needed to go shopping, but I’ve been putting it off as long as possible, until we really need supplies. Which is now. But with two kids in tow, running out during the day isn’t an option.
So I admit, this morning I Coronavirus-quarantine-planned a birthday celebration with what was in our fridge, freezer and cabinets (and still went together). My thoughts:
Forgot to thaw the roast yesterday. No worries! I’ve got smoked sausage and plenty of rice for a favorite dish. Except we used the last pepper yesterday and have run out of broccoli, fresh and frozen. Onto plan C! Ground turkey defrosts quickly.
We just ate pasta. It’s fine! We can have tacos. Except that we don’t have any tortillas. Make do - we can have taco salad with tortilla chips instead. Yes ,there’s beans, cheese, tomatoes, spinach, and sour cream. Done.
A cake. I can whip up a cake, but I know I don’t have frosting. No pasa nada. You can probably make frosting from scratch. That’s funny. Perhaps in a different lifetime, but this one? When do you think you’ll find time to bake a cake and make frosting between meals, momming, and working? Brownies. Brownies are easy - but they require the birthday recipient to actually like chocolate. Brownies are a dish for me. Place C again! Banana nut muffins. He’ll love them even if they’re not “traditional.” A muffin is a cousin to the cupcake anyways, right?
Opening the last cabinet door, I thanked the birthday gods. Two birthday candles - a 3 and a 2. Exactly what I needed to top the night off.
Things these days are less than perfect. They aren’t always well-planned. They definitely don’t go without a hitch. Today I’m embracing the flexibility that comes with Coronavirus-quarantine-planning anything. I’m also making a note to get birthday cake supplies in the house, because my soon-to-be 5-year-old will be far less understanding than my husband!