The Great PB Disaster of '08

Janel the Great is right. She said I needed to rename this event, so I'm editing the title after the fact, and stating that from here on out, the following event shall be known as the The Great PB Disaster of '08

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So tonight, in an effort to lighten Doc's burden (which is pretty heavy these days), I told him I was going to make his lunch for him. He has told me that I don't need to do this, but I insisted that it wasn't a problem...I wanted to.

So into the kitchen I went. Pulled open the cupboard and noticed that we were out of peanut butter. No worries. I've got loads of jars in the storage. It's the natural kind, so the oil separates and it has to be stirred before the first use (after that it never has time to separate because Doc eats PB&honey every single day for lunch.)

So I'm stirring and stirring with a knife, when suddenly I strike upon a brilliant idea. To mix the oil and peanut butter faster, I could use my electric hand mixer...with just one of the blades. It'd make fast work of the job I thought to myself.

So I get the mixer out, put in one blade, stick it down into the jar of peanut butter and turn the speed to low.

It happened so fast I'm not sure why it didn't work. All I know was the jar was snatched out of my hand and suddenly peanut butter and peanut oil was flying everywhere. This picture simply doesn't do the scene justice. I couldn't turn the mixer off fast enough. One second before, my kitchen was clean (and so were my pants), the next...well it was everywhere. Ceiling, walls, shades, chairs, rug, outlets, window, molding, cupboards, me. It just left no surface untouched with it's oily persona.
It took me over 2 hours to clean it up, and I'm still washing the rug, my pants and the towels. I had to use tooth picks to get it out from the edges of the light switch, plug and mixer vents. I had to wash the blinds in the window. There was about 1 oz left in the jar when this was finally over.

I had the kids come look at the big mess mommy made just as an object lesson, and vowed never to get mad at them if they make a mess by accident. Upon hearing this, Bunch declared that she was happy it happened in that case. (not that she's ever made a big mess)

(But sometimes her mom does!)