That’s what I’m claiming I exclaimed when I cut my finger chopping an onion today. I don’t chop very often, and somehow, I’ve NEVER cut my finger in all my 40 years. Today was the day. It was a very tiny cut–barely worth a band-aid–but it was on the end of my finger where it’s tender and besides, I like Spongebob.
I happened to have a real onion in my pantry, which is rare. I’ve always been a user of fake little dehydrated onions or maybe frozen ones, but today, I decided to be a chopper. Well apparently, my Dad was right–no good deed goes unpunished. Just kidding. Sort of.
In my mind, it really was a good deed. I’ve mentioned before how I’m trying to gradually (and I mean gradually like a snail who’s had a few drinks on his way to a salt lick) move away from so much processed food. I was about to fix up a box of Hamburger Helper when I decided, “Hey–why not make something that’s not quite as processed?” So I whipped up a Cheeseburger Pie. The only thing in it that comes from a box is 1/2 cup of Bisquick.
I browned some lean ground beef with that precious onion. I confess that I was thinking to myself, “If one of my kids starts to pick the onion out of this pie….
“Boom! Straight to the moon.”
I’m pleased to report that no one did.
I resisted the urge to add green or red peppers. I love them, but they weren’t in the recipe, and wasn’t going to push my luck with the picker-outers. Besides, I was not a fan of chopping by this point. I did add one magical ingredient that causes all who behold it to shout its name with glee…
That’s right. A few slices of bacon on top made it very appealing to everyone in my family–even before the first bite. Yes, I realize that meat is processed, but it doesn’t come from a box, right?
This yummy pie included that 1/2 cup of Bisquick, 2 eggs, 1 cup of milk, one PRECIOUS onion, and about a cup of cheddar cheese. Oh yeah, and BACON! Woot!
So the slice came out beautifully, too. The pie was exactly enough for our family of four. My husband and I each had 1/2 of the last slice.
I love a dish that is just the right size with no leftovers. The only thing we ate with it were some beautiful, sweet cherries. This left room for a dessert of ice cream which, I confess, was from a box. 🙂
My Mom used to make tons of stuff with Bisquick. It was great for magically holding together all manner of ingredients, both sweet and savory. I’m sure this little pie wouldn’t have fed our family of seven, but she also had a gift for making a little food go a long way. No one went hungry, that’s for sure.
Today’s pie experience was far from perfect, especially with that chopping debacle, but I read a great quote today:
“Don’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good.”
So true. I’m a perfectionist at heart, and I do a lot of criticizing of myself and others (sorry, others) when things aren’t just right. A lesson to myself: Good really can be good enough. It’s OK to cut your finger. To use something out of a box. To forget stuff. To not reach every goal.
Trying to do good IS good. So there.