Classic Cursing the Ex Moment
I’ve been craving a roast. Hence, when I was at Kroger a few days ago I picked up a nice juicy, red slab of meat. Mmmmm. I could just smell and taste it. Finally I had the time this morning to prep it, knowing that if I go ahead and cook dinner early then it will be prepared and finished for when the kids come home and I won’t be in a mad rush of cooking while my hungry little cubs are standing around whining “where’s dinner?”
Oh, what a pleasure, will this piece of meat fit into the pot that I borrowed from my mom? It looks smaller than the calphalon that I used to use. Hmmm, I guess I haven’t cooked a roast then, since the ex came and took things from the house, which included all of the stainless steel Calphalon. I got it all started, browned my meat in the bottom of the pot from mom, took it out, threw in my onion and flavorings, including rosemary and thyme from my yard, placed the meat back in, dash of wine, stock, turn on the oven.
DAMN HIM!!!!!! This pot is non-stick! I can’t put teflon in the darned oven… Mother-of-pearl…. cursing the ex, because he ran off with my pleasure-to-cook-with-stainless-calphalon. ARGH….
Quick google on my iphone, “teflon in oven”…. of course not! That shit will kill you. I don’t even like to use it on the stove top. Do I have anything? Look in the cabinets, ahhh, the stupid oval roaster. Well, better than nothing. Hope it works. Dumped the contents of the teflon pot into the roaster, and then into the oven with it.
crossing my fingers that it will still be yummy. Thankfully, my kids are not hard to please…. they’ll just be delighted that mommy cooked real meal.
