- measure appropriate amount of water for boiling and pour into pot on stove top
- turn on stove to boil water, go to measure out other ingredients
- turn around to check status of water and see flames shooting out of burner
- scream and panic for 15-30 seconds (the shorter time, the better)
- put oven mitt on hand and bravely turn off stove top
- run away into living room and watch to see what happens
- celebrate not burning down the house when the flames go out by going to the store to buy bakery cookies and wine
2. Hard-boiled eggs
- put pot of water and eggs on stove top
- go into living room to wait until water boils to start timer
- check email, talk on phone and get caught up in an old beverly hills 90210 episode on tv
- go into kitchen later to get something to drink
- glance at stove and shout a string of curse words
- run to stove and turn off burner
- look in pot, see no water
- dump eggs into sink and observe brownish-black color of shells
- throw away and go out for breakfast
3. Pasta/Rice
- put pot of water on stove
- turn burner on high to bring water to a boil
- wander aimlessly around kitchen deciding what to put in pasta
- finally decide to make rice instead, get out rice and see only 2 cups of water are needed
- check status of water on stove top
- see boiling water and think it would be a waste to throw it out, put new water on to boil and have to wait
- take pot to sink
- using a one-cup measuring cup, scoop one cup of boiling water out of pot, pour into a separate container
- dip cup in water again and pour water into separate container, held by innocent left hand
- miss cup completely and douse left hand with scalding water
- run around kitchen screaming
- run back to sink and rinse hand with cool water, cursing self for being a moron
- continue to attend to hand by putting cool compresses on it throughout the evening
- order pizza
- tape ice pack to scalded hand, take a tylenol pm and go to bed
2 comments:
Sorry it is heredity!
But at least you are resourseful, and found solutions to the problems.
Probably my worst was when company dropped by while I was cooking ham slices with brown sugar glaze. I had overcooked them and the glaze crystalized, forming a dark, unpenatrable shell around them. Teasingly, I asked my company if they could guess what it was. Their first response was "Is it meat?" Yeah, it was that bad.
Bad Aunt
only you!
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