Kitchen Katastrophe, or the Perils of Povey.
It all began when I bought some pork loin (bone
in) at my local supermarket. It weighed nearly 4lbs, and was offered at a reduced
price of just about $4. That couldn’t be resisted.
Then as I wandered through the produce section my
eyes alighted on an array of cauliflowers. Since I hadn’t eaten cauliflower in a
couple of decades (I think that it’s a bit bland), I decided to try this venerable
vegetable once again. (Cauliflower with cheese sprang to mind).
I set out to cook the pork and make some
cauliflower with cheese for yersterday’s lunch. I put the pork with cut up
sweet potato and mushrooms in one of those oven roasting bags, placed it in a
blue pyrex baking dish, and set it on its merry way in a 350f pre-heated oven.
After about 75 minutes I decided to cook the
cauliflower and make the cheese sauce.
This being done, some 15 minutes later I opened the oven and saw that
that pork etc looked good, and could be taken out of the oven to cool whilst
the cauliflower and cheese got cooked.
With the pork out of the oven and the cauliflower
in the oven I set about washing some pots and pans and other cooking
implements.
Then it hit.
“Ker-pow” and the baking dish shattered into hundreds of pieces which scattered
themselves in many directions (including some bits which landed 21’ away in the
dining room).
“Ker-pow”
- why? Well of course I had placed the baking dish
on the stove top, not noticing that one of the heating coils was still “on”. I engaged in some un-godly and self reproaching
language.
Then I began to sweep up the myriads of small bits
of blue glass (having at least had the wisdom to put some slippers on my feet
before doing so). The oven top was a
mess, but I decided to take care of that later.
Amazingly I
was able to rescue the meat and veggies, saved as they were by the oven
roasting bag.
So I ate my lunch before launching into a deep
clean of the oven top. ‘Twas then I noticed that my left foot had been cut
before I put on the slippers. So there
was a fair bit of dried blood on some parts of my tiled floors.
I have spent a wee bit of my ordained ministry
worrying about older folks who might forget to turn off oven burners. Now I am one of them.
Six thoughts this morning:
1.
Pay attention.
2.
It could have been worse. My back was to the oven since I was washing
pots and pans when the dish shattered. Had I been facing the other way I could
have gotten some shards of glass in my face.
3.
I will be finding bits of blue
glass for months to come. Somehow broken glass has a habit of hiding itself
away, and emerging some time later.
4.
Pay attention.
5.
Even cauliflower with cheese is a bit
bland.
6. I must remove most of the "stuff" on my very limited counter space to make room for "fresh from the oven" food.
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