Trouble in the Kitchen
Having no children at all means having a clean kitchen when you’re making dinner. Or does it? Well, you can have a debate with my husband, and be able to cite 10 or so reasons why the statement above is just not absolutely correct at all times. Sometimes, my husband tells me (albeit jokingly), that it’s a blessing in disguise we didn’t have any kids, because I alone can keep him up all day cleaning the mess, whenever I try to stir up a less-than-restaurant quality meal.
Seriously speaking though, there’s always going to be trouble brewing in the kitchen, or let me say, cooking in the kitchen, whenever I’m around and about. Don’t get me wrong folks, I do love to cook, and my husband says he loves my cooking (not that he can complain), but what I’m not really fond of, is the cleaning up after the preparations.
There was one time when I thought I couldn’t really get through with this predicament I was in. You see, it was New Year’s Eve, and I was cooking Jordan’s favorite dish – Beef casserole. Of course, I also made broiled chicken. Usually, we feel the aftermath of my cooking after dinner, but that New Year’s Eve dinner was different.
It all started with the Beef Casserole, or what was left of it. I was putting the dish in a bowl to serve in the dinner table, when my fingers touched the hot pan. Boy was it hot! In turn, I spilled the beef dish all over the floor. Being the one gifted with better reflexes, Jordan picked up what was left of the dish, and I was there to clean up the traces of spilled food. We just had a good laugh, and tried to forget about the dish, since there was still chicken and champagne.
Everything went smoothly, until it was time to open the champagne bottle to toast for the New Year. Jordan opened the bottle, but did not realize that pressure has built up inside. Hence, when he opened the bottle, champagne trickled all over! That definitely is one New Year’s Eve dinner we will never, ever forget.
January 28th, 2009 at 4:08 pm
Nothing like a beef casserole to burn your fingers and create a right mess! I don’t suppose the champagne got spilled… hehe