Odd smell 10/18/2009
 When I think of Spanish rice, I begin to smell strange odors. It’s mainly a mental thing but the smells are definitely there and they cling onto my nostrils like the balloon boy holds onto his cardboard box. Memories seep out from my grey matter and magically unlock an evening not long ago when I tried (keyword) to make a sumptuous meal for my wife. Spanish rice was included on the menu and paired with a few items that would no doubt impress her. My skills in the culinary arts would define me, at least for the evening. I had gathered all of the necessary ingredients and had wholeheartedly begun to cook. After some time, the rice was beginning to soak up the surrounding water and it became infused with all of the tasty spices that I had assembled. Every now and again, I stirred the concoction while tending to the rest of the meal marveling at the colorful dish coming together before my eyes. I used the rubber spatula again and again that night in the simmering hot pan. After a typical length of time for cooking rice had passed, I started to sample the ruby tinted wonder. It tasted a little off so I decided that maybe a pinch of salt would do the trick. O.K., it was two pinches of salt then. A few more stirs and another small bite. I felt a peculiar texture on my tongue then I noticed the odor of a chemical but couldn’t exactly place where I’d smelled it before. It was approximately five seconds after I took that bite when I realized what I had done. The distinct flavor was melted into my taste buds. My skills in the kitchen weren’t so hot, but my spatula was. As I had cooked the rice, I didn’t even notice that I had rested that utensil in the pan the whole time and was casually adding melted plastic pieces to the recipe. My attempt at Spanish rice had become Spatula rice. Yum. CommentsHeather Yuse 10/18/2009 6:43pm
I am always amazed at how my husband can turn our hilarious moments into an eloquently told story. I couldn't begin to describe the events that took place that night into a story due to the fact that I am still laughing hysterically. I love you Tony and look forward to many more fabulous dishes made with cooking utensils. 10/22/2009 4:44pm
Don't feel bad, Tony. I once put a frozen pizza on the oven rack upside-down. Quite a mess, as you might imagine. 'Course, I was sixteen at the time. On the other hand, I was a responsible adult when I used the wrong size pan for a brownie mix. Inedible, and of such solidity that you could have attached a picture hanger on the back and used it for wall art. Megan Freeman 10/22/2009 5:03pm
HA! Thats hilarious. It's okay, though. I once made mac-and-soup. I was so proud of myself that I had actually remembered to strain the water before adding the cheese mix, that I failed to measure how much milk should have been put in...therefore...mac-and-soup!:) Eric Mahaffey 10/25/2009 7:33am
I was 12 when I first tried making pudding from scratch. Everything seemed to go fine, put the pudding in each serving dish and set in the fridge to chill. Well when I pulled it out to get the entire family to try, the look on their face after their first bite was not something I was ready for. Your comment will be posted after it is approved. Leave a Reply | Archives |
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