Today a girl asked me if she could put a whoopie cushion on a guy's seat because "He broke my heart via text message!!!" I mentioned that I didn't even know she was dating this guy. I asked if they had been together long, and she said, "Oh yeah. Like, most of Christmas Break." Christmas break was less than a month ago.
A guy who was listening to our conversation came up behind her and said, "Yeah, my relationships aren't that long. I dated Jenny, but it was kind of short." I said, "Wow, I didn't even know you dated Jenny! How long were you two together?" He responded, "One day. But we broke up three times during that day, so it was a pretty messed up relationship."
While this is going on, another boy in the class calls out, "Look, Mrs. Webb! My gummy bears are making out!!" He was smashing two gummy bears together as if he were trying to fuse them into one big gummy bear. I told him that making gummy bears make out during class is inappropriate, and that he either needed to eat the gummy bears or throw them away. He promptly ate them, saying, "But you can't stop them from making out in my stomach!!! They have NEEDS!!"
Oh. my. goodness.
If you ever feel like your relationship is the tiniest bit dysfunctional, go talk to some middle schoolers about relationships. I promise you that you will feel better.
And, by the way, in response to the girl with the whoopie cushion, I obviously told her to go ahead and go for it. Girl power. :-)
Monday, January 31, 2011
ACCEPTED
My husband, Rex Webb, has been accepted into Physical Therapy School. WHOO HOO!! I am SO proud of him, as he has spent countless hours on applications and essays and other crap that he has to do for this process. Plus, PT schools usually only accept a class of 30-ish students, so spots are VERY competitive. We are still waiting on a few applications, but the school he has been accepted to is Tuoro University in southern Nevada. It is one of the few places in the country that has mountains AND palm trees. Cool, huh?
So anyway, Rex got in. YAY for him! Three years from this spring we will be officially "Dr. and Mrs. Webb." HIGHLY cool if you ask me. How many people are doctors by the time they are 25? Oh, my husband will be. Booyah.
We just found this out on Friday, and the reactions of our friends and family have been...umm...sometimes different than what I expected.
MY DAD
My dad: Tuoro?! What the heck kind of school is "Tuoro"?! Are you learning to be a bull fighter?
Rex: No, it's actually a really great school in Nevada.
My dad: Nevada?!? DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE. We are SO going elk hunting!!!
(they spent the next 30 minutes on the computer looking up Nevada hunting laws and planning their elk hunting trip).
HIS DAD
His Dad: Congratulations! Now you should start applying in-state. Nah, I'm just kidding. (listens to his wife chastise him in the background) Oh, I guess I'm not actually kidding...
Speaking of in-state, I have to include the reaction of Mrs. Homrich, a family friend of my parents who shares in Rex's mom's sentiment that everyone should stay in-state.
MRS. HOMRICH
Rex: So yeah, we'll be heading out to Nevada.
Mrs. Homrich: ...like...Nevada, Michigan?
Rex: Uhhh, no. The state. I don't think there is a Nevada, Michigan.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
HIS SISTER
Michelle: So, where in Nevada?
Rex: About twenty minutes from Las Vegas.
Michelle: Oh yeah. That is what I wanted to hear.
JOSH (REX'S TECHIE FRIEND)
Josh: Cool, buddy! Hold on...(taps something on his computer) Oh good! You get good phone coverage out there.
MY SISTER
Me: CARA! Rex got into physical therapy school!
Cara: Cool, where?
Me: Nevada.
Cara: (literally bursts into tears) You CAN'T go to Nevada!! I'll never see you!
Me: No, Cara, it will be fine! You will have so much fun coming to visit! We will live really close to Arizona, and I will take you to the Grand Canyon!
Cara: (still crying). Yeah, stupid Arizona. Where it's sunny all the time. If you move out there you are going to get SKIN CANCER and DIE!
Rex baaaaarely got a hug goodbye from her when we left to go back to Lansing. I think she is kind of mad at him right now.
Anyway, I thought some of these were kid of funny. They weren't all the "Congratulations" and "Good for you" that I was expecting, but they were still fun. I am SO proud of my awesome husband, and we can't wait for life's next adventure!
So anyway, Rex got in. YAY for him! Three years from this spring we will be officially "Dr. and Mrs. Webb." HIGHLY cool if you ask me. How many people are doctors by the time they are 25? Oh, my husband will be. Booyah.
We just found this out on Friday, and the reactions of our friends and family have been...umm...sometimes different than what I expected.
MY DAD
My dad: Tuoro?! What the heck kind of school is "Tuoro"?! Are you learning to be a bull fighter?
Rex: No, it's actually a really great school in Nevada.
My dad: Nevada?!? DUUUUUUUUUUUUDE. We are SO going elk hunting!!!
(they spent the next 30 minutes on the computer looking up Nevada hunting laws and planning their elk hunting trip).
HIS DAD
His Dad: Congratulations! Now you should start applying in-state. Nah, I'm just kidding. (listens to his wife chastise him in the background) Oh, I guess I'm not actually kidding...
Speaking of in-state, I have to include the reaction of Mrs. Homrich, a family friend of my parents who shares in Rex's mom's sentiment that everyone should stay in-state.
MRS. HOMRICH
Rex: So yeah, we'll be heading out to Nevada.
Mrs. Homrich: ...like...Nevada, Michigan?
Rex: Uhhh, no. The state. I don't think there is a Nevada, Michigan.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
HIS SISTER
Michelle: So, where in Nevada?
Rex: About twenty minutes from Las Vegas.
Michelle: Oh yeah. That is what I wanted to hear.
JOSH (REX'S TECHIE FRIEND)
Josh: Cool, buddy! Hold on...(taps something on his computer) Oh good! You get good phone coverage out there.
MY SISTER
Me: CARA! Rex got into physical therapy school!
Cara: Cool, where?
Me: Nevada.
Cara: (literally bursts into tears) You CAN'T go to Nevada!! I'll never see you!
Me: No, Cara, it will be fine! You will have so much fun coming to visit! We will live really close to Arizona, and I will take you to the Grand Canyon!
Cara: (still crying). Yeah, stupid Arizona. Where it's sunny all the time. If you move out there you are going to get SKIN CANCER and DIE!
Rex baaaaarely got a hug goodbye from her when we left to go back to Lansing. I think she is kind of mad at him right now.
Anyway, I thought some of these were kid of funny. They weren't all the "Congratulations" and "Good for you" that I was expecting, but they were still fun. I am SO proud of my awesome husband, and we can't wait for life's next adventure!
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Chef Rex
I am sick. I stayed home from school today. :-( Luckily, I have a husband who loves me and is taking care of me. Actually, he is currently in the kitchen *attempting* to make me dinner. I must admit, this has me concerned. Rex has 17817235463547236298 strengths, but I do not count cooking as one of them (neither does he). That's why I do 99% of the cooking in this relationship. Plus, I really like cooking, so it works out well for both of us. I offered to order pizza today because I can't cook, but Rex wouldn't have it. He started calling himself "Chef Rex" and speaking in a French accent. Oh boy.
Since you are not living with us, let me brief you on the last two (and only two) times Rex has tried to cook for me.
1. I was sick this summer, and he offered to make me a grilled cheese. I said that sounded great, and he stared to cook it. Well, kind of. When it was handed to me, it was a blackened ball of doughy food-like substance. Apparently when I told him to put butter on the bread, he soaked the bread in butter instead. Then he burnt the soggy bread in some melted cheese. Yummy...
2. He cooked one of those "dump this bag of stuff in the skillet and put the sauce on" packages. Apparently the directions said to put a bit of oil in the pan to help fry the meal. I walked in and said, "Wow...how much oil did you put in there?! Our apartment smells like that phase I went through as a kid when I made elephant ears every day!" He responded with, "Okay, the amount of oil isn't our biggest issue now. Our bigger issue is YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ELEPHANT EARS AND NEVER TOLD ME!??" Ha ha ha... but the kitchen smelled really bad. And then somehow he burned the meal anyway, despite the fact that it was swimming in oil, and the entire apartment smoked up and we had to open the door and let all of our heat out so that the smoke would go away.
Get the idea? Good. So you can understand my concern on having "Chef Rex" cook my dinner tonight. He asked for requests and I requested soup. I requested this for two reasons. One: soup is really tasty for sick people. Two: It is the easiest possible meal I can think of. You dump the can in the pot and heat it up. The end.
He brought out all of our kinds of soup and put them in front of me as the "menu" so that I could pick what I wanted. I chose vegetable. Then he brought me my drink (water), and put it on the table. I couldn't reach it from the couch, though, so the cat came and started drinking it. Blast! I complained of cats in the restaurant, and Chef Rex put Elsie in the bathroom. Then he got to work on my dinner (which is what he is doing now).
Hold on...he says dinner is ready...I am going to eat it and then fill you in.
...nervous first spoonful...
...tentative second spoonful...
...could it be?...
...no way...
...I think it's...
...it's...
...it's delicious!...
NEWS FLASH: Chef Rex is a soup extraordinaire! The soup was VERY good! YAY!! Rex can cook something! WHOO HOO!!! First stop: canned soup. Next stop: Owning his own gourmet restaurant! Well...maybe. :-)
Since you are not living with us, let me brief you on the last two (and only two) times Rex has tried to cook for me.
1. I was sick this summer, and he offered to make me a grilled cheese. I said that sounded great, and he stared to cook it. Well, kind of. When it was handed to me, it was a blackened ball of doughy food-like substance. Apparently when I told him to put butter on the bread, he soaked the bread in butter instead. Then he burnt the soggy bread in some melted cheese. Yummy...
2. He cooked one of those "dump this bag of stuff in the skillet and put the sauce on" packages. Apparently the directions said to put a bit of oil in the pan to help fry the meal. I walked in and said, "Wow...how much oil did you put in there?! Our apartment smells like that phase I went through as a kid when I made elephant ears every day!" He responded with, "Okay, the amount of oil isn't our biggest issue now. Our bigger issue is YOU KNOW HOW TO MAKE ELEPHANT EARS AND NEVER TOLD ME!??" Ha ha ha... but the kitchen smelled really bad. And then somehow he burned the meal anyway, despite the fact that it was swimming in oil, and the entire apartment smoked up and we had to open the door and let all of our heat out so that the smoke would go away.
Get the idea? Good. So you can understand my concern on having "Chef Rex" cook my dinner tonight. He asked for requests and I requested soup. I requested this for two reasons. One: soup is really tasty for sick people. Two: It is the easiest possible meal I can think of. You dump the can in the pot and heat it up. The end.
He brought out all of our kinds of soup and put them in front of me as the "menu" so that I could pick what I wanted. I chose vegetable. Then he brought me my drink (water), and put it on the table. I couldn't reach it from the couch, though, so the cat came and started drinking it. Blast! I complained of cats in the restaurant, and Chef Rex put Elsie in the bathroom. Then he got to work on my dinner (which is what he is doing now).
Hold on...he says dinner is ready...I am going to eat it and then fill you in.
...nervous first spoonful...
...tentative second spoonful...
...could it be?...
...no way...
...I think it's...
...it's...
...it's delicious!...
NEWS FLASH: Chef Rex is a soup extraordinaire! The soup was VERY good! YAY!! Rex can cook something! WHOO HOO!!! First stop: canned soup. Next stop: Owning his own gourmet restaurant! Well...maybe. :-)
Monday, January 24, 2011
Overdue Teacher Stories
Sorry team...I know I have been letting you down. Turns out the beginning of a new semester is INSANE. But, despite business, the blog must go on. Here is a fresh batch of teacher stories for you. Names have been changed (duh).
1. There is a running joke in our class that I am psychic due to the "Great Webbini" video. One day I was in front of the class, and I could have sworn that I smelled a Slim Jim. I scanned the class, and no one was eating anything. A minute later, I scanned again and saw a student with his hoodie pulled up over his nose (kids sometimes do this when they're cold). Going out on a major limb, I said, "Ben. Go throw away the Slim Jim." His eyes got as big as saucers and he exclaimed, "HOW DID YOU KNOW??? Guys, I really think Mrs. Webb is a psychic. Like, really."
2. Middle school crushes are awesome. One day in class, a boy casually mentioned that his favorite color is yellow. The next day, the girl who likes him came in wearing a bright yellow T-Shirt, a yellow hair band, and - I kid you not - bright yellow nail polish. I'm not sure exactly how she expected that was going to be successful...but she looked surprisingly like a banana. I think she could have done a great job of attracting a monkey, but not so great at attracting the boy.
3. We had a fashion catastrophe. Jillian came up to me and exclaimed, "Mrs. Webb!! I got barbeque sauce on my pants and now I look ridiculous!" I immediately responded with, "Don't worry about it! It's in style today! See this stain on my pants? I spilled hot chocolate on myself on the way to work. I then declared it 'Stained Pants Day.' So everyone with stained pants is cool, making you fashionable. Just rock the look." I thought it had no shot at working, but it totally did. She went back to her friends and said, "Yeah, this stain is pretty cool..." HA HA!!
4. On the first day back from Christmas break, we had a Language Arts assignment for all students to write an essay about either their favorite or least favorite part of break. I was walking around observing the writing, and I noticed Matt's title was "THE HANGOVER." Matt is 11. I stopped to ask about Matt's story, and he informed me that his favorite part of break was watching the movie The Hangover. I breathed a sigh of relief. I mean, that movie isn't age appropriate, but it's a lot more appropriate than an actual hangover.
5. There is a kid in my class who may or may not have a crush on me. I don't mean to sound conceited, but just check out some of these quotes from him:
"I had fun on Christmas break for a couple of days, but then I just really started missing you and wanted to come back. For my paper, I'm writing that my favorite part of break was when I got to come to school today and see you again."
"Bye Mrs. Webb! Have a good weekend! I'm going to really really miss you. I can't wait for Monday"
"Mrs. Webb, do we have a math test today?" (no) "Aw, man! I love math tests! There's nothing like a good math test! I wish we had one every day!"
"Mrs. Webb, who's going to be your Valentine?" (Probably Rex...since I'm married to him). "Aw, man!! That stinks!"
6. Rachel got her hair cut. I said, "Rachel! Your haircut looks really great on you!" She responded sheepishly, "Thanks...I was hoping to get my hair cut the same way as yours so I could maybe look a little bit like you." MELT MY HEART. It really was my haircut, too...same length, same side part...lol. How cute. "A" for her. He he he!
7. I did a lesson on science fiction by bringing in a horned melon (see picture), and telling all of my students that it was an artifact from Mars. I even packaged it up all fancy and sent myself a letter from the "museum curator" that I had the artifact out on loan from. I asked the students to do a free write on what they thought the purpose of this artifact is. I got awesome answers, and I will give you a sample of a few of them:
1. Alien Egg
2. Alien fruit
3. Alien potato
4. Alien poop
5. Alien dog toy
6. Alien guinea pig
7. Alien minion (like from Dispicable Me)
8. Alien bomb
9. Capsule holding tiny unicorns that are jumping around and poking out the edges of the sides with their horns.
Oh and P.S. I did tell the students the truth about the "artifact" once the lesson was over.
1. There is a running joke in our class that I am psychic due to the "Great Webbini" video. One day I was in front of the class, and I could have sworn that I smelled a Slim Jim. I scanned the class, and no one was eating anything. A minute later, I scanned again and saw a student with his hoodie pulled up over his nose (kids sometimes do this when they're cold). Going out on a major limb, I said, "Ben. Go throw away the Slim Jim." His eyes got as big as saucers and he exclaimed, "HOW DID YOU KNOW??? Guys, I really think Mrs. Webb is a psychic. Like, really."
2. Middle school crushes are awesome. One day in class, a boy casually mentioned that his favorite color is yellow. The next day, the girl who likes him came in wearing a bright yellow T-Shirt, a yellow hair band, and - I kid you not - bright yellow nail polish. I'm not sure exactly how she expected that was going to be successful...but she looked surprisingly like a banana. I think she could have done a great job of attracting a monkey, but not so great at attracting the boy.
3. We had a fashion catastrophe. Jillian came up to me and exclaimed, "Mrs. Webb!! I got barbeque sauce on my pants and now I look ridiculous!" I immediately responded with, "Don't worry about it! It's in style today! See this stain on my pants? I spilled hot chocolate on myself on the way to work. I then declared it 'Stained Pants Day.' So everyone with stained pants is cool, making you fashionable. Just rock the look." I thought it had no shot at working, but it totally did. She went back to her friends and said, "Yeah, this stain is pretty cool..." HA HA!!
4. On the first day back from Christmas break, we had a Language Arts assignment for all students to write an essay about either their favorite or least favorite part of break. I was walking around observing the writing, and I noticed Matt's title was "THE HANGOVER." Matt is 11. I stopped to ask about Matt's story, and he informed me that his favorite part of break was watching the movie The Hangover. I breathed a sigh of relief. I mean, that movie isn't age appropriate, but it's a lot more appropriate than an actual hangover.
5. There is a kid in my class who may or may not have a crush on me. I don't mean to sound conceited, but just check out some of these quotes from him:
"I had fun on Christmas break for a couple of days, but then I just really started missing you and wanted to come back. For my paper, I'm writing that my favorite part of break was when I got to come to school today and see you again."
"Bye Mrs. Webb! Have a good weekend! I'm going to really really miss you. I can't wait for Monday"
"Mrs. Webb, do we have a math test today?" (no) "Aw, man! I love math tests! There's nothing like a good math test! I wish we had one every day!"
"Mrs. Webb, who's going to be your Valentine?" (Probably Rex...since I'm married to him). "Aw, man!! That stinks!"
6. Rachel got her hair cut. I said, "Rachel! Your haircut looks really great on you!" She responded sheepishly, "Thanks...I was hoping to get my hair cut the same way as yours so I could maybe look a little bit like you." MELT MY HEART. It really was my haircut, too...same length, same side part...lol. How cute. "A" for her. He he he!
7. I did a lesson on science fiction by bringing in a horned melon (see picture), and telling all of my students that it was an artifact from Mars. I even packaged it up all fancy and sent myself a letter from the "museum curator" that I had the artifact out on loan from. I asked the students to do a free write on what they thought the purpose of this artifact is. I got awesome answers, and I will give you a sample of a few of them:
1. Alien Egg
2. Alien fruit
3. Alien potato
4. Alien poop
5. Alien dog toy
6. Alien guinea pig
7. Alien minion (like from Dispicable Me)
8. Alien bomb
9. Capsule holding tiny unicorns that are jumping around and poking out the edges of the sides with their horns.
Oh and P.S. I did tell the students the truth about the "artifact" once the lesson was over.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Blast from the Past
Have you ever been stressed out about something, and then out of nowhere something pops up and reminds you that what you are stressing about doesn't even matter at all? That happened to me today.
Rex and I have been bustling about, trying to get everything prepared for the beginning of the new semester tomorrow. The house was messy, my lesson plans weren't done, and I was stressing out.
On my "To Do List for 1/9/11" (no lie - the list is sitting right next to me), there are thirteen items. So far I have crossed six of them off. The next item on the list was to put the finishing touches on Rex and I's list of New Year's Resolutions. We made separate resolutions and resolutions that we want to pursue together, and we agreed to type them up so that we can put them somewhere in our house to remind ourselves to follow them.
I was searching my documents folder in Word for the document that contained the resolutions, but I couldn't find it. I started meticulously going over each document, and I stumbled across one entitled "Rex's Happy Letter." Curious, I opened it.
Until now I had forgotten, but in high school Rex and I had the great (really dumb) idea of making a time capsule to open either when we got married or when we broke up (since obviously any dating relationship only ends in one of those two ways). It was a fun idea, but we never actually made the time capsule. The amount of time we spent on this idea spanned about one half hour in my house one evening when I typed my letters (one for if we broke up and one for if we got married) on my dad's computer and Rex used my computer. My dad's computer from back then is long gone and all of the files have been deleted, but the computer Rex used is the one I am still using now. "Rex's Happy Letter" was the letter he wrote to me to open in the event that we got married. He never wrote a letter for if we broke up, which I didn't know until now. Apparently he didn't believe that was an option. Anyway, it was so fun to see how our relationship has changed from high school until now. Reading his letter showed me how careless our love used to be: no bills, no brain tumors, no worries about graduate school, no job applications, etc. It was just me and Rex, hanging out and trying to figure out what that stupid "L" word actually meant. It was really cool to read the letter (I may have teared up a little - don't judge me). I feel like the careless teenagers we used to be still live in us somewhere, but sometimes we get so caught up in the business of life that we forget to step back and just consider how dang lucky we are to be together.
Eighteen-year-old Rex: I love you, too. Thanks for the letter.
Rex and I have been bustling about, trying to get everything prepared for the beginning of the new semester tomorrow. The house was messy, my lesson plans weren't done, and I was stressing out.
On my "To Do List for 1/9/11" (no lie - the list is sitting right next to me), there are thirteen items. So far I have crossed six of them off. The next item on the list was to put the finishing touches on Rex and I's list of New Year's Resolutions. We made separate resolutions and resolutions that we want to pursue together, and we agreed to type them up so that we can put them somewhere in our house to remind ourselves to follow them.
I was searching my documents folder in Word for the document that contained the resolutions, but I couldn't find it. I started meticulously going over each document, and I stumbled across one entitled "Rex's Happy Letter." Curious, I opened it.
Until now I had forgotten, but in high school Rex and I had the great (really dumb) idea of making a time capsule to open either when we got married or when we broke up (since obviously any dating relationship only ends in one of those two ways). It was a fun idea, but we never actually made the time capsule. The amount of time we spent on this idea spanned about one half hour in my house one evening when I typed my letters (one for if we broke up and one for if we got married) on my dad's computer and Rex used my computer. My dad's computer from back then is long gone and all of the files have been deleted, but the computer Rex used is the one I am still using now. "Rex's Happy Letter" was the letter he wrote to me to open in the event that we got married. He never wrote a letter for if we broke up, which I didn't know until now. Apparently he didn't believe that was an option. Anyway, it was so fun to see how our relationship has changed from high school until now. Reading his letter showed me how careless our love used to be: no bills, no brain tumors, no worries about graduate school, no job applications, etc. It was just me and Rex, hanging out and trying to figure out what that stupid "L" word actually meant. It was really cool to read the letter (I may have teared up a little - don't judge me). I feel like the careless teenagers we used to be still live in us somewhere, but sometimes we get so caught up in the business of life that we forget to step back and just consider how dang lucky we are to be together.
Eighteen-year-old Rex: I love you, too. Thanks for the letter.
Grilled Muffins
I smelled burning muffins the second I got out of the shower.
Rex had requested that I make muffins as a part of our Sunday Breakfast, and I had happily put the dough in the oven before I jumped in the shower. As soon as I got out of the shower, I remembered that I did that.
I hurriedly wrapped a towel around myself and ran into the kitchen. I opened the oven, and my wet hair dripped onto the oven door. The droplets hissed angrily on the hot surface, making a "Tssss tsss tssss" noise every time another one fell. I reached for an oven mitt and hurried to retrieve the burning muffins before the damage rendered them ruined.
In my haste to grab the muffins out of the oven, I burned my arm on the oven shelf. As I yelped in pain, my arm jerked and one of the muffins rolled off of the pan. It landed top side down on the oven rack. I put the rest of the muffins down and reached back in to try to grab the rogue treat. I was trying to grab it with my oven-mitted hand, and I just ended up pushing it further into the oven. I threw the oven mitt off of my hand, listening to the muffin sizzle on the hot rods of the oven rack. I grabbed it with my bare hand and threw it on the muffin pan before I could get more burnt.
The poor muffin looked like it had just spent a good part of its life on a George Forman Grill. The black grill marks branded onto the top of the muffin made it look like I had been trying to make a breakfast steak. I sighed dejectedly and called to Rex, "I think I messed up the muffins...sorry."
Rex came into the kitchen to survey the damage. He took one look at them and exclaimed, "SWEET! This muffin looks GRILLED! I want that one!" I looked at him, surprised. I had underestimated my "failure." I learned an important man law today: EVERYTHING is better when it is grilled. Including, apparently, muffins. Who knew?
If you ever find yourself craving grilled muffins, I am pretty sure that I am the only person in town who makes them. So stop by and I will make a special batch of them just for you!
Rex had requested that I make muffins as a part of our Sunday Breakfast, and I had happily put the dough in the oven before I jumped in the shower. As soon as I got out of the shower, I remembered that I did that.
I hurriedly wrapped a towel around myself and ran into the kitchen. I opened the oven, and my wet hair dripped onto the oven door. The droplets hissed angrily on the hot surface, making a "Tssss tsss tssss" noise every time another one fell. I reached for an oven mitt and hurried to retrieve the burning muffins before the damage rendered them ruined.
In my haste to grab the muffins out of the oven, I burned my arm on the oven shelf. As I yelped in pain, my arm jerked and one of the muffins rolled off of the pan. It landed top side down on the oven rack. I put the rest of the muffins down and reached back in to try to grab the rogue treat. I was trying to grab it with my oven-mitted hand, and I just ended up pushing it further into the oven. I threw the oven mitt off of my hand, listening to the muffin sizzle on the hot rods of the oven rack. I grabbed it with my bare hand and threw it on the muffin pan before I could get more burnt.
The poor muffin looked like it had just spent a good part of its life on a George Forman Grill. The black grill marks branded onto the top of the muffin made it look like I had been trying to make a breakfast steak. I sighed dejectedly and called to Rex, "I think I messed up the muffins...sorry."
Rex came into the kitchen to survey the damage. He took one look at them and exclaimed, "SWEET! This muffin looks GRILLED! I want that one!" I looked at him, surprised. I had underestimated my "failure." I learned an important man law today: EVERYTHING is better when it is grilled. Including, apparently, muffins. Who knew?
If you ever find yourself craving grilled muffins, I am pretty sure that I am the only person in town who makes them. So stop by and I will make a special batch of them just for you!
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