He was about to take the first bite of his meatball sandwich—meatballs, marinara sauce, melted mozzarella cheese on a large bun—when the unthinkable happened. Standing over the sink to keep crumbs from falling on the floor, he dropped the sandwich into some soapy water.
His reflexes were fast – but not fast enough to keep the bun from getting soaked. He fished the sandwich out of the water, set it on the counter, grabbed a large spoon and a plate and scrapped out the sandwich filling. He re-dubbed his lunch Pasta-Less Lasagna. On the Disaster Scale, I would count that as 2 out of 10. He was still able to eat most of his lunch.
That’s a lot better than my disaster yesterday with black beans. I filled up a pot with water, added 1 cup dried black beans, put the gas flame on low and set the timer for 2 hours. I left the kitchen, didn’t hear the timer ring and returned 3 hours later to a pot of charred black beans. That was a 10 out of 10 disaster, maybe even an 11 out of 10 because I had to throw the beans and the pot away. I must remember to take the timer with me next time I leave something cooking.
Sometimes cooking disasters can have a positive result in the future. I discovered the value of lining a layer cake pan with wax paper or parchment paper when I couldn’t extract a layer from the pan without breaking it. Now I know better.
I learned from experience that baby octopus takes less than 5 minutes to cook, unless you like eating rubber bands.
|Grilled Baby Octopus|
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