I was cooking dinner with my friend Amy on Thursday. We were cooking this bomb cauliflower pizza crust (for clarification purposes, it is not bomb as in an explosive but bomb as in amazing, really good, you probably should make this in your near future) and while reading through the directions, it asked me to rice the cauliflower and then microwave it for 8 minutes. (For further clarification, I am not a microwave chef, this was one step in the recipe and I didn't want to waiver because it was my first attempt at the recipe.) I reread the directions, thinking, wait, 8 MINUTES?! I put it in the microwave because I am a rule follower to the core but was tempted to take it out of the microwave every 17 seconds, thinking to myself, they couldn't really mean 8 minutes, right?
If this has not succeeded in convincing you in my dislike of waiting, take example 2:
I was hungry yesterday. You know, it happens. I looked in my pantry and quickly selected a packet of oatmeal to eat. (So I know you are probably expecting that my next sentence will be adding water and under-microwaving my oatmeal because I couldn't wait for it to cook thoroughly, but its worse, just wait.) I opened up the package, grabbed a spoon and dug in. Please people, oatmeal takes too long. That's 2 minutes of my precious time.
So naturally, some recipes I avoid creating as a result of my dislike of this art known as waiting. Bread is usually on the list except we needed to have mini hot dog buns that were 1.5 inches in length, which are not sold at any supermarket in the 303.
This sweet ball of dough was rising for 3 hours to double. 3. Hours. Good thing I am a multitasker and I check about 23 things off of my to-do list in those 3 hours.
Then you take that ball of dough, mold it into mini hot dog buns and let it rise for another hour. Are you counting? That's 4 hours so far. Waiting. Mucho. Remember how I talked about that spiritual six pack I am working on last time? On top of the actual one I am working on courtesy of Jillian Michaels. Yeah these mini hot dog buns are definitely an exercise of that. I am slowly becoming a pro-waiter.
And it was worth it. See? Ain't that a cute little bun? All 1.5 inches of fluffiness? You know you want some... I pulled them out of the oven and immediately quoted Despicable Me's "It's so fluffy, I'm gonna die!" They were adorable. Tres chic. Yeah, I even learned a French phrase to encapsulate exactly how cool they were (and am now crossing my fingers hoping some French speaker doesn't rat me out if I used it incorrectly).
So, I guess sometimes the wait was worth it. It resulted in the cutest dinner I have eaten in my life. (And yes I am aware that is not the usual adjective that accompanies a dinner, but it was just that, cute.) Waiting, while not preferred, can bring something more worthwhile than anticipated. I'm not going to lie, I haven't gotten that much closer to enjoying waiting and would rather not be waiting as I currently am but such is life. But until I get that spiritual six pack, I guess I've got some more "life crunches" coming my way (sorry, lame wording but it had to happen and you are the sucker who chose to reach my blog so deal with it). You can't even microwave a life-lesson for 8 minutes although I sure wish I could on every day that ends in y, and especially in the last approximately 4.42 days. I am grateful, however, that in my lack of patience I can rest in a Strength much stronger than mine, and I think I'll accept that.
"Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD." Psalm 27:14