Dancing Queen Gone Unseen (Recipe: Rosemary Bread)

The evening really did start off nicely. The girls and I were be-bopping around in my bathroom to some of our favorite tunes. I was on hair, makeup and costume duty getting my daughters all ready for their dance recital performance that they had been working on all year long. The excitement was overwhelming… neither girl could hold still long enough without squealing with delight over the anticipation of the night to come.

I was in charge of the dancing girls. My husband (I will preface this post by saying I do love him dearly) was in charge of my 8 year old and the baby. As I was running out the door to get the girls to their dance recital, I said “Make sure when you stop by the store to pick up their flower bouquets, you grab some snacks for the baby.” “Snacks? Like what?” he questions. “You know…crackers, blueberries, pretzels… just something that will keep her quiet. Oh – and don’t forget a bottle.” With that, I was out the door and on my merry way.

Fast forward to just a few songs into the recital and Leah is already getting fussy. “Hey… did you remember the snacks for her?”, I whisper to Nick. He hands me a bag and I reach in to find no crackers. No pretzels. No bottle. Instead I find a box of Mike & Ike’s and some Twizzlers. What??? She is one year old! Calmly I whisper, “No… where are the snacks for the baby?” He replies, “Those are the snacks for the baby.” Needless to say, with no snacks and no bottle, the baby was not hip on sitting through a 3 hour dance recital, quietly, for very long.

About 4 songs prior to Kelly’s performance, Leah started squawking. I decided to take her out some doors on the side of the auditorium. I slipped by some ushers who were sitting right by the doors, and went out into a quiet lobby area to let the baby walk around and wear off some of her extra energy. I had my ear up to the door to listen for Kelly’s music. Finally, after several minutes had passed, her performance song came on. I scooped up the baby and went to open the door and it.was.locked. Locked!!! All five doors that lead to the auditorium from that lobby were totally locked. Remembering that there were ushers directly inside, I started knocking on the door. Then as panic started to ensue because I was missing my daughters dance recital performance, I started shaking the handles on the door. Nothing happened. The doors stayed locked and I slipped to the ground in a puddle of tears feeling like a complete failure of a mom.

I didn’t have the heart to tell Kelly that I missed her performance. I know I’ll get to see the video when it comes out, but it still will not be the same. I know that the doors being locked was completely out of my control, but I couldn’t help but feel like I had somehow let her down (even though she has no idea… do you see the kind of stupid pressure moms put on themselves? Rationally, I know it is non-sense, but I still feel this way!)

The only way I know of how to tie this recipe into this story is to tell you that the first time I made it, I was supposed to bring bread to a teacher appreciation luncheon at school. I was running behind and only had a few hours to make a couple of loaves of bread. When I looked into the oven and saw bread dough that wasn’t rising, it hit me that I totally and completely forgot to add the yeast to the recipe. As my son would say, “oh snap!”. Remembering the yeast this time, I am happy to tell you that this recipe is no longer considered a failure in my mind and instead has become a recipe that I love. Just like the hugs and kisses I received from my sweet 6 year old after her recital let me know that even though I had unintentionally screwed up, she was going to love me anyway.

Rosemary Bread (adapted from AllRecipes)

Ingredients:
1 cup water
3 tablespoons olive oil
1 1/2 teaspoons white sugar
1 1/2 teaspoons salt
1/4 teaspoon Italian seasoning
1/4 teaspoon ground black pepper
1 tablespoon dried rosemary
2 1/2 cups bread flour
1 1/2 teaspoons active dry yeast
Directions:
1. Place ingredients in the pan of the bread machine in the order recommended by the manufacturer.Select the dough cycle. Once the dough cycle is complete, place the dough in a sprayed loaf pan. Allow to rise again, then place in a pre-heated 350 degree oven for 30-40 minutes or until bread sounds hollow when thumped.




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Comments

  1. says

    Ohhhhh…I feel your pain. I could envision myself crying and feeling like a mom failure, too, given your situation. But, as an outsider looking in, I beg you to not submit yourself to that negative pressure! You were only caring for another child who needed you. And…I love rosemary – can’t wait to try the bread with a summer salad!

  2. says

    This has been on my mind since I read it earlier and I had to come back to comment! I really think that what’s going to happen is this: she’ll grow up, and one day when she has her own kids, she’ll call you and say “Mom, you’ll never believe what I just did, I’m a huge Mommy failure, I’m so ashamed, etc.” And then you’ll be able to say, “Well you know what… one time at your dance recital, I did something similar, and it wasn’t the end of the world…” :-)
    .-= Bethany´s last blog ..Mocha Cream Pie =-.

  3. says

    Oh my. I nearly cried for you, reading this. It’s something that happens to all parents at some point and we feel so rotten about it. You MUST make a list of baby-appropriate foods for your hubby.
    You may have missed their recital but you probably saw them practice over and over. You can tell them about it (or send them to this blog) when they are MUCH older and they probably will say: which recital?
    .-= Barbara´s last blog ..Gourmet’s Apricot Galette =-.

  4. says

    Oh darlin’ I am so sorry that you had to go through that experience. I know how much you wanted to see her and you are right she loves you no matter what. There are always those moments as a parent where we want to crawl in a hole and pull the covers over our head but this wasn’t you failing at all. It was one of those jinxed moments that I usually blame pesky Leprechauns for. Here’s hoping the next recital goes off without a hitch.
    .-= Tickled Red´s last blog ..Tidbits about Dad =-.

  5. says

    Ahhhh, yes, I can totally relate! Sometimes it feels like we just can’t run fast enough doesn’t it?
    When one door opens another one closes…or in your case, when one door closes, don’t worry, another one will open…you just don’t know what it is yet! :)
    .-= Wenderly´s last blog ..It’s Summertime… =-.

  6. says

    I could totally feel your panic trying to get back inside (while wanting to kill your hubby!)

    I love rosemary bread and have recently decided to try my hand at making bread! This will definitely go on the list!

    Thanks for the recipe!
    .-= marguerite´s last blog ..Sushi =-.

  7. says

    That’s so sad. I don’t think your hubs will ever live this one down. Yikes. In any event, you were there and the photo you took of the children is exquisite.

  8. says

    How unfortunate. I know how you feel as my daughter went to ballet for many years and I know I wouldn’t want to miss any of her performances. It was no fault of yours and there will be many more performances for you to enjoy in the future.
    .-= Ivy´s last blog ..In Memory of Rosie =-.

  9. says

    So bummed for you that you missed the show! Buuut if it makes you feel any better my parents saw all of my dance recitals when I was a kid and I would think no less of them today if they hadn’t!

    Next time, I have an idea. Put your 8 year old in charge of the baby. Your husband will be just fine ;)

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