(0riginally posted June 6, 2012)
Just an update to this throwback post before you read it. It hasn't gotten any better. LOL
I really don't know what my problem is. I am a literal disaster in the kitchen. Today was no exception.
So, first of all, I didn't make it to the store, and I had absolutely nothing to make for dinner. I checked the freezer and found some chicken breast. I then remembered that I'd found a box of spaghetti I'd somehow misplaced (yeah, leave it to me to misplace spaghetti) so I decided to make a sort of Kung Pow Chicken thing.
So, I got the breasts out and set them on the counter for a few hours and then went to cook them. Of course, they were still more or less frozen, but I could deal with that. I browned them until they were more or less thawed and then cut them into chunks, on a plate, right next to the lower right-hand burner. Then I put them back into the frying pan. I hope you are paying attention because this is important.
I decided I should get the water boiling. As I have a terrible habit of turning on the wrong burner, I checked the burner knob, turned it on, and went back to cooking the chicken. A few minutes later I realize that the plate now was, well, kinda (okay, very) black in the middle, in a perfect circle, which was, coincidentally, the same size as the burner it was on. So, I checked the noodle pot, and, lo and behold, it wasn't on. Is anyone surprised?
So what did I do next?
Well, you didn't expect me to just leave a plate on there and let it burn up did you? Well, did you?
Of course you didn't.
I picked the plate up and...
Bang! Or boom! Or crack! Or whatever the sound was of the plate literally exploding in my hand. To me it might as well as been a gunshot. And I thought opening canned biscuits was bad. So, of course I SCREAMED!!!
The frying pan was now filled with half cooked chicken chunks and very well done pieces of ceramic plate. I called my husband, and he brought home pizza.
Eh, happy cooking? :)