Becoming a Cook: Dinner Disasters while back I had quite the dinner disaster and asked you to share some of yours to make me feel better.  Tari is a domestic diva, and I'm so glad she shared, cause this is a good one! 

"I have a couple dinner disasters, but I'll go with the most recent because it seems the most traumatic at the moment. This last Wednesday, I found out that we were going to be leaving on a last minute trip to Arizona the next day for my husband's grad school interview so I spent the day making preparations and packing. But it was also my turn to cook (I live at my in-laws right now, so I take turns cooking with my mother-in-law) so I decided to grill hamburgers outside. Well, I turned the grill on to get hot while I got everything else ready inside. Then I went outside to put the burgers on the grill, and when I opened the lid to the grill, I heard a huge pop. I didn't know what it was, so I finished and went inside. A couple of minutes later I went back outside to flip the burgers and noticed that the window that was by the grill had a huge crack running down it. Suddenly I knew what I had heard earlier. The grill was too close to the house and the heat made the window break! So I flipped the patties and ran inside to confess to my in-laws. I was only gone for a couple of minutes, and when I came back outside to get the burgers, they were completely on fire and had shrunk so that when I removed them from the grill, very few looked edible. I mean, we're talking hard, thick, pucks of burned hamburger. I was so humiliated and just wanted to cry. Thankfully, there were enough "good" ones that everyone had enough to eat. Talk about a stressful day that didn't end well!"

Can anyone top that?  What's your best dinner disaster?

And happy royal wedding day!  I didn't stay up to watch it, but I'm going to watch the reruns tonight!!!

1 comment:

  1. so, doesn't top that one, but still a funny story. when I was younger, I wanted pizza one night. my mom said no, we were having roast beef. "pllllleeeeeeeaaaaaasssseeeee please please please???" I begged. "no." she said. I asked again. same response. third time I asked I got this response: "IF IT'S THE LAST THING I DO, I AM NOT FEEDING YOU PIZZA TONIGHT!!" and then she stuck the roast in the oven. I decided I had lost...until thirty minutes later, when my mom went to check the roast, she realized to her horror that the oven was broken and not hot!! right then, the doorbell rang. it was my best friend's mom. she had an extra pizza (for some reason I don't remember) and thought we would maybe want it.

    we had pizza for dinner that night!

    moral of the story? God answers little kid's prayers.


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