From the TMI department....there just might be something about that ancient religious prohibition against women cooking whilst, well, incapacitated by the monthly visitor.
Last night, I got home from my Board of Trustees meeting, all exhausted and pissy and starving. So I put some leftovers in the toaster oven and boiled up some frozen tortellini in some soup. Anyway, as it hit the boiling point, I did my usual, turn off the heat and cover. Only I forgot to turn off the heat. So my lovely tortellini soup ended up something like this:
(This was actually someone's pear and wine reduction that she left on the stove for three hours. Believe it or not, the tortellini looked pretty damn close to this. Just less pink.)
And as if that wasn't bad enough, apparently my leftovers from the Cheesecake Factory (half a chicken sandwich) were, unbeknownst to me, wrapped in plastic. My toaster oven? Doesn't like plastic so much. I'll spare you the photo.
For some reason, the Visitor tends to make me spazzy. Clumsy, moody, prone to accidents in the kitchen and outside. But this was the worst so far. I don't think my saucepan is going to survive this. It's sitting in my sink and as of this morning, the burn marks weren't going anywhere. And the smell is even worse. Like someone set a recycling bin on fire.
Moral of the story: I am so doing take-out for the rest of the week.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
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