Kitchen Mishaps

Have you ever just wished you went with your instincts? (gut, as Gibbs would call it)  Well for me today was one of those days.  Nothing crucial or life shattering, thankfully.   All the same, they were  dumb mistakes.  

We decided to make pretzels at work today, so  this morning  finds me at my computer  at 4:30 AM downloading a recipe from the internet.  I take a cursory look to make sure it isn't too difficult and go on my merry way.  So jump  a few hours down the day, and lo and behold I am staring at this recipe and thinking this can't be, they can't actually mean a 1/2 cup of baking soda, but there it is staring right back at me.  I give the recipe to someone else to verify. Yup 1/2 a cup.  So against my better judgement I add a little more than a 1/4 a cup of baking soda, I truly can't bring my self to do the full 1/2 cup. 


We are all excited:  we roll, twist and drop into boiling water, they rise, we are thrilled, we place in the oven and get set to have our very own hot out of the oven pretzels.  Can you say disappointment?  Yup, they were horrible.   There will be a do over tomorrow. 

Ok, so if that wasn't enough, I am on my way home and realize I forgot to put the roast in the crock pot, good for Jim, (he hates meat in a crock pot, thinks it turns it to mush) bad for me, I now need to go straight to the kitchen when I get home. 

So I gear up, race in the house, pull out my trusty cast iron skillet, I turn the oven on high, I turn a burner to high, I've got to sear in the juices you know.  While I'm waiting for the pan to heat up I waste no time I grab an onion, slice it, make ready my sweet potatoes and throw those in the oven. Pull the meat out of the fridge, rip it open, as I throw it in the pan my instinct says there is always a little pad to catch the blood, well I guess not this time, huh that is unusual, Into the pan the meat goes, sizzle sizzle, I make the coffee, head back to the stove to flip the meat to other side (the whole time envisioning the perfect roast beef) 

and as you have already guessed. Yep stuck to the bottom of my pan is the pad of plastic and cotton, cooking ever so wonderfully to the bottom of my pan.  Yuck and  Double Yuck!  


 Instinct it is usually a good thing! We should listen to it.