A Note to My Family

April 12, 2011 @ 4:22 pm | Filed under: Assorted and Sundry, Food

About that campfire smell in the kitchen.

See, the first thing that happened was the Worcestershire sauce came out much faster than I expected. Much, much faster. And since I was pouring directly into the mixing bowl, well, what was I going to do? Throw out all that perfectly good egg and milk and bread that was supposed to go into the meatloaf?

The second thing that happened was that the Worcestershire sauce turned out to be a bottle of liquid smoke.

So, um, yes. I threw out all that perfectly good egg and milk and bread that was supposed to go into the meatloaf.

I think the real question is: why do you still let me loose in the kitchen?


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  1. LOL!! Well at least it wasn’t chai tea instead of chicken broth . . . πŸ˜‰

  2. Oh, dear. I have done this before, and once the smoke goes in, there’s NOTHING that fixes that. NOTH.ING.

  3. The other question is, why don’t our families just hire full-time cooks so that all we have to do is write about food as opposed to repeatedly trying to make it?

  4. Oh dear! Liquid smoke, nope nothing to be done.

  5. Melissa, I love the way you make me feel so normal! πŸ™‚ Thank you!

    Most recently here it was my adding a great deal of thyme rather than dill to the salmon loaf I was mixing up. Thankfully that lovely dried thyme was, for the most part, sitting right on top of all the other ingredients in the bowl and I realized what had happened quickly enough that I was able to scoop the dried thyme off and toss only it out.

    Of course that does not work so well when one forgets the honey all together in the Honey Baked Lentils recipe…..not a tragic mistake, but did account for why it tasted so different than all the other times I made it.

    Hey, if they don’t like the food they are welcome to take over the cooking. πŸ˜‰

  6. I don’t allow that stuff in the house any more! Childhood memories of Jerky drying in the oven……