What’s the biggest screw up in the kitchen that you were responsible for? Okay y’all, I’ve been cooking for a long long time. Like, I’m 52 now and I have a very clear memory of my mom walking into the kitchen when I was 12 and saying, “I work all damned day and I’ll be damned if I’m going to come home and cook for you kids.” So yeah, 40 years. I started out with opening cans of Chef Boy-R-Dee and worked my way up from there. My twin and I started cooking together (being the oldest) but I slowly took over the cooking responsibilities. The thing that stands out after all of this time though is a dish we made together — from a recipe — called “Surprise Meatballs”. This, dear reader, is a meatball recipe where one stuffs the meatball with a surprise — like cheese or a tator tot. Now, I don’t recall who got the bright idea to “experiment” but we did, and let’s just say some experiments worked out better than others. Ha! To this day, I blame her for the peanut butter, and she blames me. But we’ll never know. Because this was 40 years ago, and it’s still one of the biggest disasters I’ve been a part of in the kitchen. The second biggest was when later that year we made a pumpkin pie together and she got the sugar and salt mixed up (one tsp of salt, two tbsp of sugar — she used two tbsp of salt and one tsp of sugar) and made the crust inedible. But that was totally on her. But remember y’all… we were 12, maybe 13, and still learning how to cook. For forty years of cooking, if the biggest disasters happened in the first year… that’s pretty damned good. I’m not saying that I haven’t had my mishaps since — who doesn’t? But they were mostly minor —
Okay, we don’t talk about the kitchen fire. I was stressed and had four kids, and… it was an accident, okay?!? ^_^ Honestly, I just forgot about it until now… Ha! And it didn’t amount to much of anything but a lot of smoke. I was stir frying something, turned around to answer something one of my kids asked, and the oil caught fire. I threw a lid on the pan and smothered it — with flour (I think… it was twenty years ago), and the whole house filled with smoke. The fire itself was very short lived. The pan lid put it out, but boy, did that flour smoke like the dickens. I called 911, got everyone out of the house, and the fire department came and set up fans to clear the smoke. So honestly, it was a very small incident and I totally forgot about it until now.
Yeah, yeah… I know now not to use flour… but that’s the closest thing I had on hand. Luckily, the fire was out when I grabbed it.
What, in your opinion, makes people believe absurd conspiracy theories? Here’s my hypothesis about humans and the way we think — in general — everyone is an individual and what fits on person doesn’t fit the next, yadda yadda yadda. So anyway, in general, and in today’s society, there’s a tendency to try and find “who is to blame” for when something happens. It doesn’t matter what has happened. Could be a good thing, like someone winning the lottery, or something tragic like a hurricane — there’s a strange mindset that someone, somewhere had something to do with it. Nothing simply happens anymore… It’s so weird.
It also comes down to a basic human need to not want to believe anything good about someone one thinks is evil and vica versa. Like if you, dear reader, had a best friend you’d known for years and you loved that friend because you knew them and spent a lot of time with them. Then one day the cops come knocking on your door looking for your friend claiming their responsible for, say, a string of robberies in the area — and the last robbery was a robbery gone wrong and someone was hurt/murdered. Your first instinct would be to say, “No, not my friend. There’s no possible way it could be my friend. I know them, love them and I don’t believe they could do such a thing.” But it turns out it was your friend. So, now, do you still love your friend even if they turned out to be such a flawed person? or do you turn your back on them for being a flawed person. OR do you, dear reader, try to find the reason for why your friend became such a damaged person? Perhaps it was this other person (whom you hate) they made your friend do it. Yeah… that’s it. Evil is evil and good is good. Now all is right with the world.
That’s my theory anyway.
In 40 years what will people be nostalgic for? I dunno, I don’t think that far ahead.
Is a hot dog a sandwich? Yes, if it’s in a bun, then it’s a hot dog sandwich, which we tend to shorten to “hot dog” on the menu. If it’s not in a bun, then it’s a hot dot sausage — which we tend to shorten to “hot dog” everywhere else, because most people don’t eat them without some kind of bread. I’m not most people. I like my hot dog sausages sans buns a lot of the time. If it’s covered in corn bread batter and deep fried, then it’s a “corn dog”. I love me some corn dogs. Those are my personal opinions anyway. 😛
What wonderful thing happened to you this week that you’d like to share? It can be a gratitude moment or something that just made you feel very happy at the time or made you laugh. I’m still fighting this cold. I feel incrementally better every day, but it’s slow going. I mean… slooowww going. I did run across this fellow while browsing YouTube. He’s pretty funny.
I forgot to link to Melanie’s blog: