April 04, 2006
Living up to my name
I'm not a chef. Let's get that out of the way. I had company over for dinner last week and at the last minute I realized that I hadn't thawed any butter for the bread. (I use butter so infrequently that I store it in the freezer.) Having just cooked a beautiful stuffed pork tenderloin (lovingly prepared by some guy at the grocery store), I figured I would put the stick of butter in the oven as it cooled.
Bad idea. The oven was still really, really hot when I put the butter in it. Of course I didn't bother to use a plate; I just tossed the wrapped stick of butter on the top rack.
And then I completely forgot about it.
Stay tuned for Chapter 2, which tells the story of the next time I preheated the oven...
Bad idea. The oven was still really, really hot when I put the butter in it. Of course I didn't bother to use a plate; I just tossed the wrapped stick of butter on the top rack.
And then I completely forgot about it.
Stay tuned for Chapter 2, which tells the story of the next time I preheated the oven...
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Did Warick of CSI have to attend the scene? If so WHY didn't you call me???
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