mac and cheese
The girls got one of their favorite weird treats (frozen hash browns, anyone?) the other day. I gave them each a tiny glass ramekin of mac and cheese cheese powder (blech, but they beg for it). I tucked the envelopes behind the toaster and went to fold a load of laundry while the pasta cooked. How stupid am I??? OF COURSE they got into the rest of the cheese. I got to bathe them, clean the table, and mop the floor, and they got to discover that they don’t really like mac and butter.
I think that someone should start a dork cooking accident of the week. Here is my entry:
I was making a lemon tart in a tart pan. A real tart pan is in two pieces; the disc at the bottom and the circle for the outer edge, which has a little lip to keep the side piece on. Then, after the tart is baked, you slip the side off and admire your pretty, upright crust on the side. I prebaked the crust, which you do when making a fruit tart, and here’s where the dorkness comes in. I took the pan out of the oven and what did I do but slide my potholdered left hand UNDER the pan to take it out of the oven. I ended up with a several-hundred degree bracelet on my wrist. I did manage to save the crust, and the burn isn’t painful at all today, though I will have three little brands on my hand and wrist to remind me to pay attention.