It was that strange one day of the year where I was craving fresh vegetables for dinner. I even went so far as to drive to the store to buy an artichoke, avocado and butternut squash. Why? They sounded good at the time. I also wanted a cucumber, but forgot to get one.
They seemed so easy to cook. Squash in the oven. Raw avocado. And just steam the artichoke, right? I took the steamer thingy tray out of my rice cooker and put it in my big new pot. It was a perfect fit, like the were meant to do that.
Just add water and the artichoke, right? It seemed so easy. I turned the artichoke around a few times, and then suddenly heard the strangest hissing noise. I looked over and realized there was black smoke filling the kitchen. This is one of those times where having a sense of smell may have helped a few minutes sooner.
The entire steamer thingy tray had completely melted. There is white goo all over my beloved artichoke. Do you like how there is still smoke coming up out of the pot in the picture??
All I can say is, it seemed like a good idea at the time.
Wow!
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Dang girl! Time to start burning the scented candles.
ReplyDeleteSo what did you end up eating then?
In loving memory of Ernest P. Worrell, Ewwwwwwwwww.
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