Epic Fail

Epic, epic fail.  Dinner.  Failure.  Okay, the curry rice was great.  The Thai Cucumber Salad was fantastic!  But. The Chicken.  Oh, the chicken.  I hang my head in shame.  But to deflect the blame, it was a recipe I 'borrowed' from the internet website I love and trust.  I think the author made a typo.  Maybe not.  It was Thai Peanut Chicken and anyone who knows me knows I love my Thai food.  Especially something including garlic, cilantro, hot chili sauce and peanuts.  I think the 1 cup of soy sauce should have been my first clue.  It was so salty that I ended up throwing the whole thing away.  Chris did the same.

I even envied Aiden's sweet potato rice poofs and canned ham at that point.

I do have to say that one point of my day was fantastic and, believe it or not, it included the federal government. I went to find out why I have never received Aiden's Social Security Card.  I walked in.  I took a number.  I sat while my boy was asleep on my shoulder, sweating all over my neck.  Twenty minutes later (which involved the waiting room being silent except the ONE lady who would not get off her cell phone to her neighbor and talking loudly), my number was called and I made my sweaty way to the window with my son still asleep.

The poor employee looked haggard.  He was twenty-something, probably in college.  Hating his job, looking awkward in his tie.  I explained the situation.  He asked if I had identification for myself.  I did.  He asked if I had identification for my son.  I told him I did.  I handed him the birth certificate.  He looked at me and said, "I need a second form of ID for him.  Sorry."  With a twinkle in my eye, I said, "I know.  I read the website.  I have his hospital records signed by the doctor.  See? Page 3."  I handed him a stack of hospital records.

Poor kid looked like he was going to cry.  "You read the website?  Thank you for reading the instructions before you came here, waited and then screamed at me for something I have no control over.  Thank you."

Sad that the high point of my day included government and the low point was my own cooking.  Something is wrong here.  Very wrong.