Tonight, I am attempting something dangerous…something velly, velly dangelous…
Tonight, for the first time ever, I am cooking chicken in a frying pan! *pause for reaction and wipe that shocked look of horror off your face *
OH DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN ABOVE PLEASE KEEP ME AND MY FAMILY WHO LIVE WITH ME (so, that’s really only Dave, me, the dogs, the cats and some fish) SAFE FROM FIRE AND EXPLOSIONS AND HARM AND DANGER WHILE I MAKE AN ATTEMPT TO ACT DOMESTIC AND COOK MY MAN DINNER!
I’m really scared. I’m scared for my face that could suffer grease splatters from the frying pan. I’m scared that I might accidentally poison us with salmonella. I’m scared that the chicken won’t be edible. I’m scared that my hair might get singed from grease splatters…I’m scared for my finger tips and forearms, too, and for my eyes.
*sigh* When I make up my mind to do something, folks, I do it, I dive all the way in; so, not only am I cooking chicken in a frying pan for the first time ever, I am also, for the first time ever, going to chop an onion…and sauté it…or whatever the heck it is you do to an onion…the thought brings tears to my eyes! *sniff, sniff*
So, please, wish me luck…and wish for me, I beg of you, that 9-1-1 need not be dialed and that fire trucks, battalion chiefs and ambulances do not end up at my house. I’d really, really like that not to happen. In fact, it would pretty much make my night if that didn’t happen! I don’t really care if we get sick and vomit from the chicken, because, well, you’ve read my blog, vomiting is not something foreign to me… and it couldn’t hurt Dave to vomit a little more, either! JUST KIDDING!
I pray my computer is not a burnt pile of rubble tomorrow and that I may share with you my experience of cooking chicken in a frying pan because, trust me, it will be an experience…cooking with Missy always is.
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