So, here I am, all excited to simmer my beautiful two pounds of fresh mussels in a delightful white wine sauce. I was ecstatic, following the recipe to a "T" because I knew just how good these puppies could be. So I begin...
Simmer...
Simmer Simmer...
Simmer down now!....
...
Hmmm... Lets check them! BAM!!!!!
...
Um...
eeerrrrrr............. ummmmmm....... ooooooohhhhh-KAY!
My husband nearly fell off his chair, and upon looking at me, his eyes got wide. "Babe... your bangs..."
Hand to head, crispy southern bangs... then I smelled burnt hair... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
I guess I didn't expect the explosion. I had tipped the lid and the alcohol that had condensed on it must have dripped into the gas flame. This had never happened to me before. I have a Christmas party to go to, and I have curly, smokey, crispy fried bangs.
CRISPY FRIED!!!!
But...
The mussels turned out good :)
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