I am SFO Mom, and not SFO Chef:
This afternoon I very efficiently placed a piece of pork loin, some potatoes, sauerkraut, onions and seasonings into my Nesco roaster and left Big Daddy AND Big Brother with instructions to plug it in and turn it on in half an hour. I even put the meat thermometer into the roast.
Then I left to attend a choir rehearsal for Christmas.
When I returned, I checked the roast, which smelled delicious. The thermometer read 170 so I figured I'd better get it out of there NOW, as it was probably overcooked already.
I cut into the meat and found it still WAY pink inside. Then I noticed that the face of my thermometer looked a little, um, melted....yeah....I cooked an instant-read thermometer for 1 1/2 hours at 325. You know that surrealist painting of the melting watch? I almost had one of my very own.
The microwave finished cooking the pork for us, but I stuck to the potatoes and kraut.
D'oh! Think of it this way...everyone does something like this on occasion when they are in a hurry. Might I remind you of the time I grabbed my iPod rather than my keys and only realized it when I couldn't get the car to start...with my iPod. Yup...we all have those moments.
That's nothing. I once helped cook by making French fries. The ball game was on, so I wanted to get done fast.
I got the deep frier hooked up and put the oil in. Then I went to the freezer, grabbed the big bag of fries and opened it. Then I tossed them in. They were falling through space as my wife screamed, "NOT WHILE THEY'RE FROZEN!"
That fireball was one of the coolest things I've ever seen in my life.
I love the visual of the Dali painting. Ah, the joys of holiday cooking. Luckily I'm not hosting this year. I can live as a mooch and make a salad or something...from a bag.
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