Guys, I've really had fun on this forum, swapping lies with the best of you, trying to give pointers, etc. However, I think my days are numbered SWMBO is out tonight, bonding with her secret society of professional women. She was kind of enough to tell me this 2 days in advance, so I'm thinking: Hmm, red meat on the grill, a couple of cold ones, what could be better? Then i get to thinking (always gets me in trouble when i do that). Instead of burning animal flesh outside, i'm going to find my recipe for "Blackened steak". YUM, YUM. For those of you who might not know about "Blackened" food, it's a Louisiana specialty that consists mostly of cayenne pepper and other spices rubbed on meat then pan seared on a stove, normally in a cast iron skillet. So, i'm thinking, let's do it. After the olive oil started to smoke a little, on goes the 2 inch thick slab of beef. I turn on the vent and say to myself, this is going to be awesome. 5 minutes per side, 5 minutes for it to rest, and i'm in heaven. WRONG! 3 minutes into the first side, every smoke alarm in the house is going off! The dog is jumping on my leg, he's freaking out! No problem, i say. Flip the AC to continuous fan, open up the windows, get a good draft through the house. Flip steak to side 2. Doorbell rings. It's the neighbor saying she's dialed 911 because she thinks the house is on fire! No, Marcie, just cooking I say! Please call them back! (Dog is gnawing on her leg). Trying to be polite, i tell her that my dinner is burning (DUH) and she finally goes away. Now, i'm panicking because the steak has been on too long. Being very quick witted, i grab the handle of the cast iron skillet to move it off of the burner. You guessed it. I'm still soaking my hand in ice water. The love of my life should be home in another 20 minutes, and right now i don't care about the house smelling, the stove covered in splattered oil, the dog all upset. I hope her meeting was good and she's all excited and wants to share it with me. Otherwise, she's gonna kick my a$$. Steak turned out good though Hope to be around tomorrow to post! Stay tuned!
Now that Tab thinks I'm crazier than hell that I'm almost rolling in the floor in laughter at the computer, I'm glad to hear you're alright. The important thing in this story is the steak was good right? You better keep that hand well or TB'S D will fire you. You may have to send me that recipe. Sounds good to me as long as I can keep the house from going up in flames.
uh oh Ken, let me say first that I am so sorry that you burned you hand, you have my deepest simpathy (sp). I am sad to hear that your house is all smoked up, been there don that, got the ticket stub. Let me also say that I feel your concern that when the wife walks in that you may truly be in deep _______________. Then let me say I HOPE THIS DON'T MESS UP OUR WORK NEXT FRIDAY? Now I hope that don't come across wrong, but you ain't delt with the Boop when she's been let down, all the sloberin, and cryin, and rollin in the flo, and kickin and screemin... get the picture... you be the one to tell her that her truck ain't gona get worked on cause somebody burnt the old hand grabbin up a skillet I ain't breakin the news, but I will give ya her number, at least she can't reach through the phone and... well.... get the picture! TB'sD
That aboy TB's D lay it on thick for him so that he can't let the little sweet innocent girl down and break her heart that Ken can't work on it for her. Oops, I'm laying it on thick now!!! I know Ken, just do what I do sometimes. Call her and say "Honey, now don't be alarmed, I'm okay I just need you to stop by CVS and get something for my hand. I've burnt it and I really am in some pain right now." Get her to feel sorry for ya and maybe she'll take it easy on you. Don't tell Tab my secrets.
Checkin up on Ken Somebody got Ken's home phone number, better check on his welfare. Or maybe the number for 911 down there, might need an ambulance. Or maybe the number for the Holiday Inn, he might need a place to stay tonight. Ken, you can come on up to East Texas, I got a bandaid and some axel grease TB'sD
Just had a long conversation with the Constable Quick update! She's still not home. Good sign. Smoke smell clearing! Harris Co. Precinct 4 Constables just left (nice lecture). Being politically correct, I had to tell him more than once, that i did not dial "911", my neighbor did. And how much i appreciated that fact that they dropped what they were doing to respond to my emergency. One of them actually said that the house smelt pretty good! I've learned a huge lesson tonight! From now on, it's Chinese when SHMBO's out. One from column A and one from column B. And, oh by the way, Andy, you can thank me later because i think this should take the "Heat" off of you for awhile. And never fear, Boop, I won't let you down. In the immortal words of Monty Python: "Tis merely a flesh wound" Oh crap, headlights in the driveway!! Gotta go!
Dine in Order Out LOL Ken, remember, Pizza Hut still delivers I needed that laugh, and keep us posted, I need to know if other husbands get in as much trouble as I do TB'sD
All is well! She must have had a good time. She said, as i met her at the door with a glass of wine in hand for her: "Why is the window open in the front of the house?" My response: " Oh just airing the house out. Dang you look hot tonight!" "What's wrong?" she says. "Nothing" blurted out of my mouth! "Come clean" she says. "OK, i got a little smoke in the house. Remember that "blackened" recipe you love? Well..." Then the ice breaker, she says: "You should have thought" and we both cracked up! Life is good! Hopefully, next door neighbor will keep the whole "911" thing to herself. I kept my hand in my pocket! Ouch!
whats cookin? OK..I cant top that Ken, but someday I must tell you the story of how I ended up with a flaming rib steak on the floor of the kitchen. I swear the fire was three feet high. Even with one hand, you will do the Boopster proud. Sully
Man your good Ken, I've decided that while you are here we will work on the Boops truck for and hour and then you will teach me some of your tricks to stay out of trouble, then we will work and hour and then learn and hour. It NEVER goes that good for me, we have a dog house out side with my name on it Your wife must have a sense of humor also Glad all went well, I'll have to remember this one to tell the grand child TB'sD
Blackened what??? Ken, What is it exactly that you blackened? The steak or your hand? Sorry I haven't chimed in earlier, but every time I read this thread I couldn't stop laughing (AFTER I realized you were okay, of course). Glad to see that I'm not the only one grilling things that shouldn't be grilled . I hope that the only thing really hurt is your pride. Get that hand better and go help with the Boop's truck. Don't forget to take pics and send my regards as well. Andy
Great tale Ken you do keep us laughing !!! I showed my wife she is going out this evening told me I could stand to miss a meal anyway NO COOKING for Steve O allowed Thanks A lot Ken . Ha Boopster I believe this is just a deal to get out of the work next week ? First of all I am not sure Ken is qualified to start the stove much less cook on it. I also wondered if he forget to take the engine breather out before putting the steak on ? Some how this group always ends up at the old Breather on the Barbie post
Chiro did Kens hand injury bring back some bad memory's ? I seem to remember your hand getting in the way of a transmission or something a lot of post's back ?
Ha Ha great story, hope the hand is not too bad, remind me to tell you the one about the coke cans on the stove one day! ________ Stress Forums
Hey Steve, Yeah, my finger got flattened by a transmission. It's mostly healed now. Still fatter than it used to be and the feeling hasn't totally returned as of yet. The blackened steak surely brought back some memories, but mostly I just laughed so hard it hurt (after I realized he was okay, of course). Speaking of laughing after you find out someone isn't really injured: Three friends and I were riding a high speed detachable 4-person chair lift up the mountain at a ski resort years ago. When we got to the top, one of the guys had the tips of his skis to low. When they caught the ramp at the top, he was ripped off the chair so fast we thought he just disappeared into thin air. I can still remember the sound of his body being smacked down into the top of the lift ramp. Everyone else began laughing hysterically. I shouted at them to stop until we found out if he was hurt or not. When we found out he wasn't hurt we all just lost it. Earlier in the day, the same guy walked straight into the full length glass storm door of the condo as we were getting ready to get to the mountain. Gave him a black eye. It just wasn't his day, but he sure gave us a good laugh. Andy
Mmmmmmmmm.... Blackened steak ! . Too bad about your hand tho' SWMBO let the dufus " Contractor " pull out the kitchen sink a while ago , I warned her not to do this , now the kitchen is empty apart from a spiffy new tile floor and the refri humming quietly away in the corner.... I now have a new lighter racing stripe in my hair , not white yet tho' .
