Yeah, that's kind of a big one to forget. It's one of the main staples of the meal. It's sort of like when your wife forgets to bring butter and syrup to a breakfast tailgate and you're making pancakes.
It was criminal cooking negligence and I feel pretty bad about it.
With respect to your analogy, I feel like maybe that wasn't an entirely hypothetical situation. 😃
The tailgate thing reminds me, painfully now that I think about it, of when, many years back, on a very dark and foggy evening, my then wife had called me to say she was gonna be back after doing some thing or another, and I said "please don't park behind the Suburban on the driveway, it's foggy, dark, and I'll be headed out to soccer practice w/the kids soon".
And, and this is a crucial element to the story,
she responded "okay".
So maybe 30 minutes later I run out with the kids in a great big rush. We climb into the SUV with the darkened windows, on the dark foggy night, and I start backing out. But after a few inches, the SUV stops moving, so I give it bit more gas thinking maybe I'd nudged a curb (curved driveway edged with curbs that narrows down to a single lane from two by the garage behind the house). The SUV moved a little farther, but it was struggling to move at all so it was obvious it wasn't just a curb.
I get out, walk back and, lo and behold, her car is sitting there, not just behind me where she said it wouldn't be, but behind and to the right in the SUV's blind spot on an angle. Even though there was a ton of room all the way to the garage to the right.
But, apparently, it was
way too F-ing hard to pull up safely next to me. Or
way too much F-ing effort to have paid attention when I asked her not to park behind me. Or maybe it was
way too F-ing complicated to figure out why parking where she did would be an unhelpful thing to do especially after F-ing telling me "okay" about not F-ing doing it.
So now her car had a nice big F-ing dent where the right rear bumper of the SUV shoved in the left rear quarter panel of her car. Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! @(@#@(#$T@#(&@#$%$^@W#$%(&*^@#%(.
Let's just say that the kids might've picked up some colorful new expressions that day.
So... yeah. I guess that the pancakes without butter or syrup analogy was actually nothing at all like the driveway mishap thing. I suppose it's remotely possible that I might, even after all these years, still be just that tiny bit pissed off about the whole thing. Perhaps I'm unhealthily obsessing over it.
Maybe I've just had an unprompted Joe Pesci moment. I won't argue the point. 😃