Good Food is Worth a Few Small Kitchen Fires

Its been a ridiculously long week... well, really its been a really long month, there has been a lot going on and not a lot going on all at the same time. I was recently moved into a new department at work (which definitely came with a pay raise) which meant new training, a new schedule and consequently working 10 days straight without a day off and when you work a job like i do, that can be quite taxing on ones mental health. After work, on the other hand, has been slow and dull. Brian has been out of town for a month now on a job and that has been extended by a week or so. He comes home on the weekends and this particular weekend we decided to stay in and enjoy each others company rather then inflict our presence on the general public. Thanks to Martha and Food Network we cooked up a pretty tasty little dinner. 

For an appetizer we had steamed leeks with a creamy dijon sauce.  Dinner was a surf and turf kind combination that consisted of crab and ricotta stuffed ravioli with a butter and lemon sauce and parmesan crusted steak.

Spending time in the kitchen together often brings out the major moron in both me and brian and therefore reminds us how there couldn't possibly be two people who fit together better than he and I. He is always coming to my rescue when things go wrong and thank God he was there tonight or else, well, the hillside apartments may have ceased to exist, like, it would by now have been nothing but a smoldering pile of ashes

Tonight i made the mistake of noticing to late that i had placed an empty pan on a blazing hot burner and then i nonchalantly poured a few tablespoons of oil into it. As it turns out it does not take much to set oil ablaze! I pulled the pan off the burner and franticly looked at Brian and shrieked "What do i do!? What do i do!?" my gaze kept flickering over toward the sink but previous experience with hot oil and water taught me not even to consider taking that pan near the sink... by this time smoke was filling the kitchen and my hands were starting to burn but i didn't know what to do with the flaming pan, Brian's immediate response to the crisis was calm and collected. He said "Hang on, lemme Google it..." What more would you expect from a someone with job title like "network engineer with a specialization in datacenter technology"? However, when i screeched at him "We don't really have time to Google this Brian!" he sprang into action grabbed, baking soda and Poof! it was over just like that, besides of course, for the apartment full of smoke and hot pan full of bubbling tar. I asked him how he knew that would work and he smartly answered "TV... 'Gone in 60 Seconds' actually..." With that being said don't ever let anyone tell you that TV rots your brain, I think it and a boy who cant remember the color of my eyes but can quote every movie he has ever seen saved my life tonight.