kitchen adventure!
I'd thought I was done with flaily kitchen adventures for my life. Like, with the end of grad school, I figured I'd pretty much gotten cooking down well enough that i wouldn't have to, say, call my mother in a panic, asking her how to make a hamburger BECAUSE OMG THERE IS MEAT IN A PAN AND WHAT IF I AM DOING IT WRONG?
Apparently, I thought wrong. Because while I may no longer worry about whether or not my pork is done, I can still cause ridiculous kitchen accidents, like I did today.
Today, I was making a wet roast. I out my pan, and put the oil in and turn the stove on, and then I get my meat out, and start getting it ready. I'm waiting for the pan to heat enough to put the beef in the skillet, and have started peeling turnips. It's starting to smell like the pan should be hot, but the oil's not doing anything. And then the jar of peanut butter on the next burner back (I never use this burner. I've never used this burner. It's not convenient, so I usually use it as shelf space) starts to list.
Suddenly, there's smoke everywhere. I'm babbling 'fuck' and 'hold on' at the phone, because i was talking to sillyandmorbid, and turning the vent on, and pulling the peanut butter off the burner and turning it upside down, because melted plastic and peanut butter leaking out, and turning the oven off, and I need a trash bag because I'd taken out the trash this morning and hadn't put a new one in yet and I'd just used a wet paper towel to try and scrape away some of the charring plastic-peanut-butter mixture from my stove top. It was pure chaos.
Obviously, everything is fine. I smell like turnips and melted plastic, and my wet roast is in the oven. but goodness, adrenaline to my system for the day.
Apparently, I thought wrong. Because while I may no longer worry about whether or not my pork is done, I can still cause ridiculous kitchen accidents, like I did today.
Today, I was making a wet roast. I out my pan, and put the oil in and turn the stove on, and then I get my meat out, and start getting it ready. I'm waiting for the pan to heat enough to put the beef in the skillet, and have started peeling turnips. It's starting to smell like the pan should be hot, but the oil's not doing anything. And then the jar of peanut butter on the next burner back (I never use this burner. I've never used this burner. It's not convenient, so I usually use it as shelf space) starts to list.
Suddenly, there's smoke everywhere. I'm babbling 'fuck' and 'hold on' at the phone, because i was talking to sillyandmorbid, and turning the vent on, and pulling the peanut butter off the burner and turning it upside down, because melted plastic and peanut butter leaking out, and turning the oven off, and I need a trash bag because I'd taken out the trash this morning and hadn't put a new one in yet and I'd just used a wet paper towel to try and scrape away some of the charring plastic-peanut-butter mixture from my stove top. It was pure chaos.
Obviously, everything is fine. I smell like turnips and melted plastic, and my wet roast is in the oven. but goodness, adrenaline to my system for the day.