Before my afternoon shift I decided to do some preliminary work on tonight’s dinner. I get home around 6:45 p.m., and, providing I remember to call him to have him put the Chicken and Bean dish into the oven around 6:00, chances are good that Chuck and I will be having dinner closer to 7:00 p.m. than 30-45 minutes later.
After making a huge mess I decided to clear the decks and wash some pans. Instead of using a dish towel to dry them I have always placed them on the stove over a low burner. After drying a few with this method, I decided I had time to wash one more pan; a griddle pan from last night’s dinner.
Later, while I was upstairs getting ready for work I smelled the faint aroma of smoke. “Hmmm, ” I thought; must be the toaster oven still winding down from the Tator Tots I had earlier.”
I’m such an idiot.
A couple minutes later I see very faint billowing of smoke in the air. Tator Tots my ass, I race downstairs and into the kitchen to see that I had left the burner on the grill pan; that grill pan looked pretty angry, too.
Grateful I caught my mistake before heading out the door, I did my best to alleviate the smoke by opening the back door, turning on the stove fans well as the ceiling fan.
I had to head out within 5 minutes, and unfortunately some smoke still permeated the air. I hope very much there’s not a trace of it by the time Chuck gets home, but there probably will be. In fact, any moment now, as I sit in my studio at work, an email from him should be popping up any second, with something like “Smoke” in the subject line. Godammit! He’s gonna insist I find a safer way to dry pans, and he’s got a point.
Regardless, dinner should be good. Not “worth-burning-the house-down good,” but still good. And yes, there will be wine. Here’s the recipe: