Well, I just remembered that I have a blog, and I thought I would update it, just so I can sit back, feel smart, and tell myself I have an updated blog.
As some of you may or may not know, my mom is in the hospital (and has been for 16 days now), so life has been interesting as of late. Rather interesting indeed. It means I need to do all the cooking (Katherine would set the house on fire). It is rather adventurous, as witnessed by the story which is chroniclized below.
Yesterday, I was making this incredible chicken dish I found in my amazing Cooking with Four Ingredients cookbook. I was making the chicken, and it was cooking in the oven sitting in a sauce of French Onion soup, soy sauce, and sour cream (it actually was really good). I went to get it out of the oven, and my linguine began to boil over. Startled, I dropped one end of the chicken dish into the oven, causing the sauce in it to spill out into the oven. Odd, grey, smoke-like air began to rush out of the oven. In fact, I believe it was smoke.
Actually, I nearly started a fire.
If you know me at all, you may or may not know I love cooking and baking. Now, however, I can truly say I almost caught something on fire. A rush of pride, of course, accompanies that statement.
All great chefs have caught something on fire. Right?