Hepburn and Houndstooth

Even though I plan our meals out and grocery shop for two weeks at a time, I have to be flexible, because sometimes things just don’t work out.  Sometimes I don’t buy enough chicken.  Sometimes I forget that we have dinner plans with friends.  Sometimes I get sick and just don’t feel like cooking.  When things don’t go exactly as planned, I may make sandwiches or turn a meal vegetarian.  Last night, we had BBQ pork chops, and I intended to use leftovers to make my BBQ pork taquitos.  However, as I was putting the chops in the slow cooker, I realized that I didn’t have enough for leftovers.  I did, however, have extra ground beef in the freezer.  So I looked around at the other things I had in the house and came up with a taco-enchilada-type-thing.  I even decided to take you guys along on my experimental journey.

Step 1. Finely chop a few slices of onion.

Step 2: Heat skillet to medium-high and turn to grab olive oil just in time to see Nick pull something out from under Harper, sending him face-first onto the floor.

Step 3: Pause to see if Harper is going to get up.

Step 4: Rush to pick up Harper after seeing that he’s crying so hard, it’s silent.

Step 5: Sweep Harper up.  BLOOD!  Pouring out of his mouth.

Step 6: Harper on hip, run to turn off stove…

As I said in the title, nothing ever goes as planned.  With his blood on our shirts, Harper and I engaged in a tug-of-war with both the pacifier and a damp cloth.

ugh, that tear under his eye is killing me.

By the time I got a few peeks around the paci and got the bleeding to stop, he was over it and had moved on to wrestling.

So um, Step 7: Start back at Step 2…