Just this morning I took the time to read an article about introverts, because well, I am one. I perused through the article of 18 people that explained what it was like to be introverted, and, most of the time, misunderstood. This lead me to revisit my night last night.
Last night was a special night where we (my hubby and I) were each celebrating a big milestone, and since he had lost some weight due to endless hours of studying for his PMP Certification (of which he passed), he thought it was a great opportunity to celebrate over some beers, March Madness, and Little Caesars’ Deep Dish, Bacon-Wrapped pizza. Ugh. Begrudgingly, I agreed.
Before he left me in the car to make a run for beer, he asked me to phone the pizza place to put in our order. If you’re like me, introverted, you recognize the sinking feeling at the thought of having to be social with someone you don’t know in order to get something you don’t even really want. After the horror movie music rang dramatically through my mind, I agreed and he made way for beer.
I sat in the car trying to quickly find a solution to the predicament that I was in. I searched for a Little Caesars application to potentially order my pizza that way. No app. SHIT! I Googled Little Caesars to see if I could order from their site, and dammit, it wasn’t loading! As the slight panic washed over me, and knowing that my hubby’s return could happen at any moment, I did what any red-blooded introvert would do in an emergency situation like this, I broke down, took a deep breath and hit “call”. (*Note: when this happens, please expect that I must recharge my batteries after interaction with any human being via phone or in person.)
As always, the phone call was awkward. Was it me? Was it the girl on the other end? I don’t know and I don’t care, I just want the call to end. As I stumble and bumble through my words, I get the amount of time it will take for the pizza to be ready and finally hang up.
Hubby returns. As I celebrate internally over this personal triumph, my hubby asks if I made the call, of which I have. Satisfied, he suggests two, large orders of queso “Because it would be delicious,” while we wait for our pizza. Again, begrudgingly, I agree.
No-Bake Cherry Cheesecake Cups
1 box of no-bake cheesecake
1 box of sugar-free black cherry jello
3 tbsps brown sugar
5 tbsps butter, melted
1 cup of water plus 1/4 cup
1/4 cup of fat free half and half
Get 1 cup of your water going on the stove. Turn around and make some magic happen. Melt your butter and mix in 2 tablespoons of your brown sugar. Yum. Next, take the package of crust mix and throw that up in the bowl and start stirring until combined. Set that aside and line a cupcake tin with some of those snazzy cupcake liners I talked about previously. At about this time, your water should be boiling. In a separate bowl, pour in your mix of jello and remaining tablespoon of brown sugar. I know I said sugar free, but this just leaves more room for the awesome called brown sugar. Pour in your boiling water and stir until dissolved. Now, mix in your half and half and remaining water and stir that mix up a bit. Add your cheesecake mix and stir, then whip out your electric beaters and get that stuff combined. Set that aside while you spoon in some of that crust mix into each of the cups. Be sure to press down on the bottom and a quarter of the way up the sides. Now, spoon in your jello mix and place in the fridge for an hour. If you’re like me, though, you won’t wait but half an hour and tear into two of them. They’re good.