But I wanted to share the funny part of my insane day:
We went to my mom's after I picked up Ava from preschool. This is our normal Wednesday routine. We usually hang out there and eat lunch together before I drive over to Olivia's dance class and my mom usually heads to work. I pack a lunch for myself and the girls so we don't wipe out my mom's fridge and cupboards with our visit. Today was no different, except that mom offered up some of her leftovers for lunch. She made ground pickles and "jumbo" which doesn't really sound appetizing. Nor does it look appetizing in real life, but it does remind me of my childhood and it is sort of a nostalgic comfort food, so I decided to partake. I put away my non-comforting Lean Cuisine and rooted around in the fridge for the container.
It's in the smallish Tupperware there, Mom said only half glancing to see if I chose the right one. The refrigerator is full of leftover containers. Mom is really good about keeping (and eating) leftovers. Unlike myself. If I have a leftover to save and actually end up saving it, it is usually moldy by the time anyone thinks of it again (ew, I know).
I gathered up the sandwich making ingredients and popped open the ground pickles and jumbo container and noticed that it seemed a little soupy. What's in this? I asked (but duh, I knew the answer and I bet you do too!) Ground pickles, jumbo, eggs, mayonnaise mom said. Okay, I thought. It seemed awfully mayonnaise-ey and there were reddish flecks throughout but I thought it was maybe jumbo skin (gross, I know). I slathered the soupy goop onto my bread and began to chow down over the sink. Nope, didn't grab a plate, just started wolfing right there as I watched the pot starting to boil for the girls mac and cheese.
This doesn't taste right, I thought. It didn't taste BAD. It just didn't taste like ground pickles and jumbo. I kept eating. First, it didn't taste BAD as I said, and Second, I didn't want to barrage my mom with questions about her ground pickle and jumbo making techniques. I had already hounded her by asking what was IN it, right? In the meantime, my mom was preparing her own sandwich.
My mom took a bite. Wait, this doesn't taste right.
I know, I said, It doesn't taste sweet.
That's not it, Mom replied.
I looked at my sandwich. I was down to the last quarter of it.
What in the hell was I eating?
It tastes like salsa, I said
My mom started laughing.
I started laughing.
This isn't ground pickles and jumbo, is it? I asked.
Both of us cracked up and tossed what was left of our sandwiches.
I had just chowed down on a salsa dip sandwich.
If you don't think that a ground pickles and jumbo sandwich sounds appetizing, how about a salsa, cream cheese dip concoction (leftover from SUNDAY) sandwich. I would have hurled, but we were laughing too hard.
And the mac and cheese was boiling over.
