While on the stair-stepper-climber-thing (that I affectionately refer to as the ORANGE BEAST) yesterday, I was watching Paula Deen. Paula and I are becoming good friends now that I'm on the orange beast at the same time every morning. Anyway, she was making these sweet and sour meatballs....in my sweaty stupor, I decided that I had enough of the ingredients on hand and had to make them (almost) immediately.
Immediately meaning for tonight's dinner. Because, sometimes, I feel like the best I can do to accommodate "immediately" in my world equates to about a 24 - 36 hour window after the fact.
First of all, I've never made meatballs before....let alone gluten free ones. Paula used frozen ones, but 1) I've never seen frozen GF meatballs, 2) I like turkey and he likes beef, and 3) We don't eat meatballs enough to keep a bag of frozen ones in the freezer.
So BEFORE I could get to Paula's yummy recipe I had to made these first. They were much easier than I expected, but it also meant I had to squeeze in the extra time to an already busy day. Oh, well.
After all that effort, I was ready to make my sweet and sour sauce....the main ingredient being ketchup.....and.....we didn't have any.
Fortunately, my neighbor had a bottle she didn't need.
And this is when everything went downhill.
Sugar and her pal were in the middle of a playdate. My neighbor's house isn't far...I figured they should be able to walk up the hill together without much fanfare.
About 10 minutes went by and my neighbor called to ask if they were on their way.
PANIC!!!!!! I grabbed the other two - who were also in the middle of a playdate - threw everyone in the van and set off hollering their names out the window. I figured my neighbor was outside looking for them on her end of the neighborhood, so I decided to navigate the other end.
I turned 2 corners without a single sighting. When I rounded the third corner, I saw them. Just skipping along, having a grand old time.
I was furious. I can't even begin to describe the rage in the pit of my stomach. There was NO REASON for Sugar to take the long route. When we venture to this neighbor's house, we NEVER go that way.
I gathered them up, thanked my neighbor for her ketchup and went home. The playdate was over, Sugar was grounded, and I still had to finish dinner.
This is when Tiara dropped a ceramic plate while unloading the dishwasher. Nice.
About 15 minutes after the lost child catastrophe, Sugar felt low....70....the insulin she got 90 minutes previous was now peaking....
Ya know, worrying that a stranger would snatch up your beautiful daughter right off her neighborhood street is a nightmare.
Worrying that your beautiful DIABETIC daughter would be snatched adds an entirely different element.
And then there's the fact that she was out there without her stuff....in the heat....walking uphill.
The WHAT IFS are endless.
ANYWAY, the meatballs are in the oven. And they smell REALLY good.
While I'm happy to share our experiences with what works, and what doesn't work, for the management of Type 1 Diabetes and Celiac Disease in our house, please do not mistake anything you read here for medical advice. Decisions regarding your/your child's health care should be made only with the assistance of your medical care team. Use any information from this blog at your own risk.