cooking collapses

Do you ever get really excited about food...I mean the excitement that is there when you know you are going to eat a specific meal or snack, and you are looking forward to it for some time?? Okay well some may think I am strange but in my defense I am pretty positive some of you are agreeing with me right now!!

Let me tell you about my day today BUT first I need to give you a little BRI (for those of you who have never had the privilege of taking an SBS - School of Biblical Studies - allow me to enlighten you to what a BRI - Basic Required Information, that is needed to gain a better understanding of a situation).

A few years ago I was at a point in my life where I needed to make a pretty big decision in my life, the natural thing for me to do seemed to be to fast as I prayed. At the time I was working at a restaurant choosing possibly the worst time to ever fast...during the only two days of the week I worked at this restaurant!! After being around food ALL weekend I was really excited to get home to break my fast with a feast of a lasagna that my wonderful brother Topher was baking in the oven for me. Now this was timed perfectly, I would walk through the door, the lasagna would just have finished baking and would need to cool down for a bit. The timer goes off and I open the oven to take the lasagna out and move it to the counter to cool. Now my parents lived in a house where the kitchen wasn’t super huge, so I could turn from the oven, move about a foot or two to be able to put said lasagna on the counter. As I am doing this I am mid turn and the lasagna pan folds in half in my grasp (apparently clenching tin doesn’t go over so well). Much to my dismay the collapsing of the tin resulted in the lasagna falling all over the drawers, cupboards and floors...next thing I know Christopher is walking up the stairs and without even missing a beat declares that what was on the floor was my half of our coveted lasagna. Lucky for me I had seen a few episodes of Friends in my life and was inspired to grab a fork and eat the top layer of cheese that seemed to have survived the floor :)

Cut to this evening...I am at work, sharing with my co-workers about my excitement about going home to my first ever crock pot cooking experience albeit fearing that I may be burning my house down as we speak!! They were both so excited for me but slightly shocked that I had never experimented with a slow-cooker before. They got me excited for the way my house would smell and the tastiness warmness that awaited me on this cool fall evening - it couldn’t have been more perfect. I arrive home and I open my door and walk in to my house to...nothing...the promised delicious smell was no where to be found, neither was there a fire (at least that was successful). All that I was greeted with was a cold slow-cooker and cold, uncooked food. In my moment of fear before I left for work that my crock pot would overflow or start some sort of freak fire I moved it away from all the other appliances in my kitchen to another counter...little did I know that plug did not work, explaining my fail of a crock-pot dinner!

Still trying to find my teachable take-away from this cooking failure :)