by Sandra Beck
So last night as usual I was throwing together a meal at 5:30 while two hungry kids fought over the remote control. All I could hear was, “Sponge Bob!” and then, “No, I want Elmo!” “Noooooo! Sponge Bob!”
The noise was good though, it means that though struggling, they were not bleeding, unconcious or sticking their fingers into sockets! I was reading my blackberry, waiting for a contract to come through that would make the rest of my month bearable financially, when I saw a rubber mallet left by my dad who had been by to fix something.
I looked at the unappetizing chicken breast. I was going to use this metal pokey thing (a meat mallet) that was given to me as a gift by a wonderful chef friend of mine. It was silver and shiny, but it poked holes in the plastic bag when I pounded the meat flat. For some reason these days, my older son will not eat meat that is “too thick” and with all I have on my plate right now trying to figure that one out will have to wait. Actually, I put it up to – This phase too shall pass.”
Eyeing my dad’s rubber mallet, I washed it off and rubbed it with a swipe of chlorox. I started pounding away at the meat. Checking the Blackberry, no contract yet, I pounded harder. Flipping through the mail and seeing no promised check from a client that is 52 days late, back to the meat. Pound! Pound! Pound!
Wow! This feels good! Over to the frozen corn bag I went. Pound! Pound! Pound! Ooops! The bag split open shooting frozen corn kernels all over. I called over my dogs who ate up the mess on the floor. The kids heard the commotion and ran in after the dogs.
“What are you doing, mom?” my son asked looking at me as if I had lost my mind (as if thin meat is sane.)
“I’m cooking,” I replied, feeling very zen.
“Isn’t that grandpa’s hammer?” he asked. “I didn’t know you use hammers to cook, cool!”
I didn’t want to tell him our friend the chef uses a blowtorch on his creme brulee less my son burn the house down. I felt loads better. Who would think that after the end of a stressful day as a working mom that grandpa’s hammer is now my favorite kitchen tool. Just for fun I broke up some ice chunks last night as well.
The contract didn’t arrive until today. I am still waiting for the check. But the next time I am in need of some stress relief while multitasking- working and feeding my kids – all I can say is Look out Chicken!