Is that me or my task at hand?
I like to think I have great cooking skills. I make pretty good food; good enough for my daughter in law to call, in frustration at times, asking… “What do you do, to make XXX just right, like Chad likes it?”
Well, this morning, I cooked!
I put water in the tea kettle to boil, turned the burner on and went to watch the morning news. Soon, I heard a strange popping sound, but, I, being as interested in world politics as I am, didn’t venture to investigate… then another very loud pop…
I thought I might just check in.
What I didn’t realize is, the burner I turned on, was under a lid that had been left on the stove, not under the tea kettle. Oops. Smoke was coming from under the lid, and the popping continued. I moved the lid, turned on the fan above the stove, and frantically waved a towel in front of the fire buzzer, so not to wake my family at 5:30 AM with an annoying, very alarming, fire sound.
The crisis ended without too much harm, ( I did loose a lid), and I went into the bedroom, crawled in bed, next to my sleeping husband and said, “I almost burned the house down just by boiling water…” That kind of woke him up... “What?? Did you do?” I relayed the smoking story, and muttered.. “And I call myself a cook”.
My husband is the most enduring man on the planet. He has lived with me for 18 years… In his always supporting and comforting, even fatherly way, he said , “You’re a great cook! The food tastes real good, when and if it makes it through~ ….you just need a chaperone in the kitchen"...
Truer words have never been uttered. Bon Appétit!