Every once in a while I like to let my 8 year old daughter, Annabelle, help me make dinner. I decided to let her help because I was in a rush. You see, I had found this recipe for split-pea soup and I wanted to try it. I threw everything in the crockpot and went back to my computer. A couple of hours later I realized that I didn't smell anything cooking. Well, that was because it doesn't actually cook if you don't plug the crockpot in! Lesson learned. So, since the soup wouldn't be ready until 10 o'clock at night, I decided to make something else quickly, so I turned to a trusty favorite - Chili.
I threw the frozen ground beef in the micro and started defrosting it while my daughter and I started with the tomatoes. We diced them and threw them in the pot and started opening the cans of tomato sauce. My daughter uses the can opener to open a 20oz can of tomato sauce, which then slips out of her fingers and lands on the ground at our feet. I pour myself a glass of wine (a BIG glass of wine) and start cleaning. While I am wiping down the kitchen cabinets, the floor and the dog (yeah, she was there) the chili starts to burn, but of course I don't notice until there was already an inch thick burned crust on the bottom of the pot. Mmmm, yummy!
This is when my husband walks around the corner into the kitchen and sees us, covered from head-to-toe in tomato sauce (think the movie "Carrie" but with a tomato base) and smoke pouring out of the chili pot. He stops for a second and says "You really need to start a blog about this..." and walks away without ever asking for an explanation. Long story short, that is why I am starting this blog. I am hoping that my suckiness will make others feel better about themselves.
COST OF DISASTER: $14.40 in wasted groceries
