I love when I am randomly drawn back into the blogging world
that I want to frequent, but only sometimes visit. As I was hammering out my master chef cooking
skills in the kitchen this evening, something happened that made me want to do
more than just post a picture of it on the facebook or the twitter. (I even bypassed Instagram to share this
here.) Now before I jump in and say
exactly what happened, I feel maybe I should cross-reference this post onto a
food blogging site as well. It’s not
just anyone who can create grilled cheese with a side of ramen noodles like
this kid. (chef note: I didn’t let
becoming a vegetarian long ago shatter my ramen dreams; I use garlic salt
instead of the chicken/shrimp/beef seasoning that comes with it.) As I was flipping the grilled cheese with my
right hand, I was holding my left hand close to the pan of water that was
waiting to boil. Ew, I thought… why do I
smell burnt hair?? No worries… there
were no hairs aflame, but just a small fire coming from the ends of my
friendship bracelets. I might’ve
screamed a wee bit (which would explain why Charlie came running to the
kitchen) and I threw the spoon I was holding to flap my arm like a wounded bird and save my
bracelets. All was well before I had the
chance to stop, drop and roll, and I didn’t even burn my grilled cheese amidst
the near disaster. And that’s all there
is to this story.
ps- please don’t judge my love for the ramen noodles…
I can’t help that I am classy.
I can’t help that I am classy.
