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About me: I'm 42 and added another gherkin to our pickle party of a family. My husband Chuck, our 9-year-old Junior, our 6-year-old Everett, our toddler and I live in a town in Connecticut I affectionately call Mulletville Lite (aka my childhood hometown). My friends call me Nutjob, and they're right. In my husband's spare time he dresses up as a Viking and chases ghosts (and I'm the nutjob?). When I'm not busy working as a graphic designer, I lie in a ball in the corner.

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

This little piggy

As if we needed further proof that pureed foods were my child’s safest bet…

For dinner I thought I'd make Junior a nice, tender pork chop. You know, something an 11-month-old can really sink his three teeth into. And while I was preparing this oh-so-not-age-appropriate meal I decided to have some Scotch. Money's tight so I reached for my good friend Clan MacGregor, which is actually not bad for the price. (I love that someone on listed the Scotch's con as "Lacks character." Honey, if you're reachin' for the Clan MacGregor, character's the last thing on your mind.)

Anyhoo, as I was cooking this fine chop on the stove top I noticed it was starting to burn. Badly. So I grabbed what I thought was the green bottle of Colavita olive oil* and doused the chop with...yes, Clan MacGregor. Poor Junior. My little boy was sitting so patiently, salivating over this lovely piece of chewy white meat and Mommy had inadvertently flambéed it!

So I did what any mother with a hungry child would do: I rinsed it off under water, cleaned out the pan, and finished cooking it.

And oh was it delicious. Junior and I had a grand old time watching me hack into it with a steak knife and serve it to the garbage can. Thank God for Cheerios.

*In my defense the bottles look an awful lot alike.


Mommie Mayhem said...

LOL I love it. I burn a lot when I cook.Ahh the joy of motherhood.I always go for the cheap liqueur !! I go for the bargain!!

Frogs in my formula said...

Bargain booze is where it's at.

Adria said...

Hey, at least you rinsed it!

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