Not Quite Alzheimers
An unexpected development
as I grow older – it's surprising how little meat seems like enough. Yesterday I realized I haven’t had a steak
in a couple of years. And of course cooking for one requires new techniques. So I went out and bought a steak, a lamb tenderloin, and a package of drumsticks.
Came home and cut up minimal
portions -- two or three ounces of meat, sealed in a sandwich bag, ready for
the freezer. Feeling pretty efficient, I
decided the drumsticks could be cooked before freezing, even more efficient. Floated a sheet of foil over them, stuck them
in a 350 oven.
Fast forward to 4 a. m., when I woke with a start and heard a voice – it must have been my own – saying “drumsticks!” Out to the kitchen, turned off the oven.
Mummified, that’s mostly what they look like. Might as well throw out the pan too.
But I tell you -- the house does smell
wonderful.
If it makes you feel better, I did something similar with a batch of split pea soup two nights ago--and I'm the same age as your children. I fell asleep in my recliner at 7 pm after putting the soup on (and after another grueling day on the current insane editing project), and woke with a snort to the smell of soup burning to the bottom of the pot. Fortunately, hubby realized what was going on a few minutes before I did, and yanked it off the stove.
ReplyDeleteAnd don't give up on the pan, either. We soaked the soup pot overnight with dish liquid and a good squirt of ammonia, and it came out OK. (Good thing, too; I'd have hated to throw out what is now "vintage" Revere Ware!)