Because I've had such limited success in the kitchen lately, Kris said he would take over cooking duties. I told him that would be fine, but he couldn't make anything that was overly processed or came from a can such as Manwich, Hamburger Helper, or frozen pizzas, plus the meal had to include either fresh or frozen vegetables. After I thought about it for a second, I exempted spaghetti sauce and told him that would be a safe ingredient.
For tonight's meal Kris quickly suggested Home HuHot. I love HuHot! "Home HuHot?" you ask. A long time ago when the girls were younger I asked them what they wanted for dinner. Peyton loudly said, "Home Subway!" Cameron echoed "Home Sub-boy" in her two-year-old voice because she couldn't say "Subway" correctly. I always thought it was funny that Peyton didn't just say "Sandwiches!" rather than Home Subway. It's cute how children's minds work. Anyway, we've had Home Subway before with great success...I know all of you are probably thinking you'd have to be an idiot to not have a great outcome with Home Subway...but Home HuHot? That's a bit trickier.
Since I don't have a big grill table in my house like the restaurant, I went out to buy a wok. Again, please keep in mind Kris was the one who suggested this. His exact words were, "I've been watching a lot of the Food Network lately so I can take care of this." The plan was he was going to mow the lawn while I was out buying the wok and taking Peyton to volleyball practice. Upon my return he was going to cook the meal.
When I arrived home with wok in hand and Peyton fresh from volleyball practice, Kris still hadn't mowed the lawn. He told me to go ahead and cook it while he mowed. So I chopped veggies, prepped the shrimp and chicken, and created the sauces. I was on a roll. I even googled how to cook with a wok and found some sage advice from Rachael Ray.
So the kids were in the kitchen picking out their ingredients for their individual meals and I started to heat up the wok. Rachael said to heat the wok and wait until you could see smoke coming off the wok before adding the oil. Well, the wok was a smokin' so I added some oil. Shortly thereafter there were flames, flames, and more flames! Peyton screamed, Cameron ran to get the fire extinguisher, and I stood there thinking there was no way this was happening to me. A million thoughts were racing through my mind..."I hadn't even started cooking anything yet and I have a fire?" "Kris is going to kill me!" "Why aren't the fire alarms going off?" "This is a grease fire. How to I extinguish a grease fire?" "Kris is going to kill me!" "Where is the lid? I need to cut off the oxygen. This wok didn't come with a lid!" "Kris is going to kill me!" Finally I pulled a cookie sheet out of the cupboard and covered the fire in the wok.
Holy smoke! What. A. Mess. If you were driving through the neighborhood and saw smoke rolling out of a tan house, why, yes, it was my house, thank you very much.
Thankfully my upper cupboard didn't catch on fire, but the house was smoky for a very long time. When Kris stepped in the house he said he thought it smelled like HuHot, but quickly asked why in the world it was so smoky. I told him I thought it would have been better if we had just gone to the restaurant this evening instead of cooking at home.
Curse you, Rachael Ray!
I take that back. I'll still go to your website and watch your show. There may be hope for me yet.
Kitchen = 1 Susan = 0
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