Today I got my sandwich out of the fridge, turned on the toasted sandwich maker and proceeded to get it out of the sandwich bag. That’s odd, I thought, I don’t remember cutting my sandwich in half.
A feeling of dread washed over me when I realised that I’d given JJ my sandwich and I had his. This would normally be okay but I’d put pesto in my sandwich which has nuts that JJ’s allergic to.
I quickly rushed to my phone and rang the school. They didn’t answer, and it kept on ringing and ringing. As it was ringing I was quickly thinking how the hell I would alert the school to my stuff up if nobody answered. Fortunately someone answered the phone and I held on while they ran to the classroom to stop JJ eating his sandwich. What great timing, he’d had one small bite.
I then organised a new sandwich from the canteen, my heartrate dropped back to it’s normal speed and I proceeded to feel like a real dickhead for doing this. I remember as I was making the sandwiches that I’d better be careful that I had mine and JJ had his and I still got it mixed up. Just goes to show that my mind’s not on the day-to-day stuff.
Recently I made a huge batch of pesto, which I freeze, because my basil
crop was so bountiful. It’s handy to have in the freezer for those
nights when I don’t feel like cooking anything except a saucepan of pasta. In these instances, JJ has a can
of spaghetti or a toasted sandwich.
Lesson learned. In future if I plan to have pesto in my sandwich, which I hardly ever do by the way, I’ll make mine and put it in my bag, then do JJ’s completely separately.