I guess it’s fair to say that I have two distinct sides to my personality. Polar opposites, really. The first is the organized, wanting to know every detail in advance side. My children have learned by now that if they ask to go somewhere (without me) they will be subjected to a plethora of extremely detailed questions before permission is granted. (As well as CIA worthy background checks.) Aside from the more militant side, I also enjoy a measure of spontaneity. A common occurrence would also be something along the lines of, “Mom, could I have a bunch of friends over in 5 minutes to spend hours destroying the kitchen making cookies?” Absolutely!
Another example of my spontaneous side was when I had the brilliant idea of filling in my (over-plucked) eyebrows a few minutes before we had to leave for church two weeks ago. I found a Smashbox eyebrow kit that my mother-in-law had given me a few years back and decided that right at that moment I needed to give myself professional looking eyebrows. The eyebrow kit had a few different color options and since I’m a brunette I automatically went for the darkest shade. (Big mistake.) After tackling the first eyebrow I thought the shade seemed a little too intense but I reasoned that once I finished the other brow and added a little lip color it would even out. (Dream on.) Well, the shade didn’t even out. My brows were much too dark. (To the point of being scary.) It looked as though two shapely black caterpillars decided to take a siesta on my forehead. I didn’t have time to wash my face so I tried my best to tone it down by rubbing it off. (No dice.) Despite my vigorous attempt at removal, the eyebrow powder remained intact and quite bold. So I had no choice but to attend our house of worship looking proudly like Eddie Munster.
My home project style falls under the spontaneity category as well. I usually try to plan ahead of time what I want to accomplish but it usually ends up more like this: I’m in the middle of painting a chair and I happen to glance up at the wall and realize that I absolutely MUST move the mirror to another wall immediately. And while I’m getting the hammer I suddenly have the inspiration to paint my bedroom door blue and carve the banister into a totem pole. (And so it goes…)
So when I suddenly had a deep craving for lemon meringue pie the other night I just had to make one. I finished baking the pie at around 9 pm but then had to let it cool in the fridge overnight. And even though I seriously considered sneaking a piece at around midnight, I was able to exhibit a tiny measure of self control and save the pie for breakfast the next morning.
It was rather quite yummy. (But not amazing.) So even though the pie was totally gone within a few hours (I have a 14 year old in the house, after all) I am on the lookout for an amazing pie recipe. One that causes you to want to lick your plate afterward for every bit of lemony goodness. One that causes you to dream of lemon drops and melt-in-your-mouth pie crust. I suspect there is a magnificent recipe out there. I just have to find it.
So to all you pie connoisseurs (or guardians of Great Aunt Bessie’s secret recipe) why don’t you help a girl out? (I have a slightly used eyebrow kit to trade…)