Preserve the 80s

For the past several months, I have established every Wednesday night as gumbo night. As one might guess, this means that each Wednesday night, I have gumbo for dinner. I’m not much of a cook and I’m too poor to afford the ingredients to actually make the gumbo myself, so instead I heat up a can of Big Y Chunky Gumbo.

At the beginning, things looked as though they might turn out okay. I managed to open the can, pour the gumbo into a soup pan, heat it up, and dispose of the can without incident.

After about five minutes, the gumbo had come to a boil and I got out my one and only bowl. I was unable to find a ladle, so I decided to pour the gumbo directly into the bowl from the pan. Unfortunately, my aim wasn’t quite perfect and I spilled some of the gumbo on my hand, which was a rather painful experience. In reaction to this, I dropped the bowl, which fell on to of a plate that was in the sink, shattering both. This is quite problematic as the last time I broke a bowl, it ended up taking me three months to replace it. I’m hoping to come up with some money for a new bowl soon as I don’t want a mug to be part of the equation on gumbo night.

After the spill, there was a small amount of gumbo – probably about 8% of the original amount, left in the pan and it wasn’t enough for dinner. When something goes wrong with my gumbo, as will sometimes happen, I’m usually equipped with some frozen waffles as an emergency backup dinner. However, this was not the case last night. I didn’t feel like going out to buy anything else, so I rummaged around the house for something else until I found a can of pineapple slices (in pineapple juice, not heavy syrup. heavy syrup blows) and dined on that.

If my finances allow it, I’ll get a new bowl and gumbo night will be back on for next week. I just hope it goes a bit more smoothly the next time around, whenever that may be.