Better not rush into that cooking show yet.

After 2 hours of indecision and lack of motivation, I finally decided to make peanut chicken satays for dinner. While defrosting the chicken breast, I pulled out a plastic ziploc bag. I added some peanut butter, some dry onion soup mix and then couldn't find the brown sugar. I looked in the lower cabinet where the sugar and flour are. Then I looked in the upper cabinet where the chocolate chips and baking powder are. Then I wondered if I just dreamed having brown sugar. But, no! I knew I had some! I had a flash of inspiration and went into the lower cabinet again. I reached for the flour container and sure enough, there it was! In one fell swoop, I found my brown sugar and answered the question I had a couple nights ago as to why the flour was sitting on the cupboard shelf and wasn't in the flour container!

So, after cutting my chicken with my new Forever Sharp knife, that my sister got for free at a cooking pan demonstration, and which worked like a dream, I put the pieces of chicken in the little ziploc bag. I started walking across the kitchen, mushing the chicken around in the bag. Suddenly I hear "plop, plop, plop".

Several pieces of peanut butter and oil covered chicken on the kitchen floor. I forgot to close the ziploc bag.

I think I'll put that cooking show on hold.