So, I'm currently on vacation with some of my family in North Carolina. It's going great, we're all having fun and getting along (Not that I really expected an issue there, though we miss you, uncle V!). I finally saw The Big Lebowski. It was pretty great. And I've pretty much gotten my entire family to watch True Blood. SCORE.
One of the things that we traditionally do on vacation is take turns cooking dinner each night and making a themed cocktail for each meal. It saves money because there are too many of us to reasonably eat in a restaurant and many members of my family enjoy cooking. We all get into it and have fun with it. My cousin Brianna and I were on dinner duty on Wednesday night. We were making this recipe with some alterations (We added chicken and omitted pine nuts. And doubled the recipe. And forgot the parsley.). Bri and I are not really cooks (Clearly!), we're both more bakers, but we were game to try. So, it all went well at first; Bri cooked the chicken, I made a giant salad. Then I put a huge pot of water on the boil for the orzo and sat down to read my book and wait. Then the following happens:
Bri: [in a bored tone] Fire. On the stove. Fire.
I look up, sure there can't be an actual fire because wouldn't that call for like, a sense of urgency? Or alarm? But sure enough, there are FLAMES coming up from under the pot. I RUN over and turn off the burner. Doesn't help. My mom comes sauntering in calmly, because she heard Bri and doesn't think there's a fire either. I'm all, "!!!" and my mom's all, "PUT A POT LID ON THE FIRE!" and I do and it works and everything's fine. Also, Bri's in the background calmly telling us, "I don't know how to work a fire extinguisher. Sorry."
So, that's how Bri and I burned water.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
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I wanted to post something sarcastic abd snarky but your tale is so pathetic you took all the fun out of it.
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LOL!! OMG! Was there something on the burner? I've got an alzheimers-esque tendency to leave grease and/or plastic dishes on a burner before I turn it on. Great story!! Miss you!!
Nice tale of horror and flames, but I wanna know about the themed cocktail. Did you two incorporate flames into it? That would be appropriate and cool. Tell me, TELL ME!
Aw, I miss you too, Dr. F! There was something on the burner. Something from the previous night's dinner had dripped down and caught on fire.
It was all very dramatic.
Sadly, Sorcha, we did not have a flaming cocktail. We had...something fruity. I don't remember what.
Your themed cocktail was an El Presidente. Here's the recipe
El Presidente Cocktail recipe Scale ingredients to servings
1 1/2 oz light rum
1 tsp grenadine syrup
1 tsp pineapple juice
juice of 1 limes
They helped us forget the blazing fire and blackened pasta pot.
Love, Mom
I tried to burn my g-mom's house down with a pot of hot oil when I was 11. It looked like a mini-Hiroshima. I was proud...with 2nd degree burns and the local fire trucks showed up in full regalia. Girl Scouts really helped me a lot with a fire safety badge...NOT!
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