I’m afraid that I need to get something off my chest. A confession. An admission. I’m about to become . . . transparent.
Ok, here it comes. I took a dare.
Not only that, I took a dare mere days after having a big discussion with the kids about how they are never allowed to accept dares sight unseen. Truth or Dare was specifically mentioned as a game they were never allowed to play, and my speech was eloquent, edifying, and, let’s be honest, very full of wisdom.
And then I did it. I slipped. I fell. I took a dare without realizing its full implications, and now I’m obligated. “Better is it that thou shouldest not vow, than that thou shouldest vow and not pay” and all that. I am now my very own cautionary tale.
What did I commit to? Well I’ll tell you. Buckle up.
My husband dared me to make Tater Tot Casserole for dinner tonight.
It’s true. And I took the dare . . . and I’m afraid that I didn’t realize what I had let myself in for when I agreed to it. I had a sheltered childhood I’m afraid, and not only have I never tasted a Tater Tot Casserole, I had never even laid eyes on a Tater Tot Casserole. I had heard of it of course, and I figured I could whip up as good a Tater Tot Casserole as the next woman.
But just now I sat down at the computer to google up a recipe, and the full implications of my rash vow have officially come home to roost. Tater Tot Casserole appears to be, get this, ground beef, topped with a can of Cream of Whatever, topped with Tater Tots. And that’s all. As far as I can ascertain, there is no flavoring of any sort. Green beans are apparently mixed in for variety sometimes, and the really deluxe recipes included Velveeta cheese.
I gotta be honest with you, ladies. I’m scared. I’m frantically searching for anything that will get me out of this horrible deed. But I seem to be hemmed in. I’ve tried googling for “gourmet Tater Tot Casserole” in the hopes that something more appetizing will offer me some shred of hope. But like I said, when it comes to Tater Tot Casserole, green beans seem to be as gourmet as it gets. I’m pretty sure I’m beaten.
Any moment now I have to leave and trudge through the snow and slush and sleet and slop to the grocery store and purchase me some Cream of Despair and Ground Beef of Sorrow and some Tater Tots of Shame. Unless any of you can throw me a lifeline in the next half hour. Help!!