Hi there. See that little photo of Mickey in the sheet? Most of you will think he's being cool and trying to be a ghost for Halloween. Alas, I think that Mickey Mouse is just so embarrassed by what I did that he's under the sheet hiding in shame.
See it really wasn't my fault. The pan did it. It jumped out at me and, well, yeah, the pan did it.
Let me start by saying that the dish I made (with some help from Mr. L, er, after the pan problems) turned out really really good. Pan Roasted Chicken with a Bacon/Mushroom Ragout. Very Tasty. Simple to make. Except for the pan problems.
See, I started out doing everything right. I pre-made the nice salad of organic avocados and heirloom tomatoes sprinkled with some expensive "special occasion" extra virgin olive oil and Maldon Salt. I halved my farmers market organic yellow squash and put them on to steam to be served with just a touch of butter. I'd even lit a candle on the dining room table for our romantic weekend dinner. Then I started on the main dish. I browned the chicken in my nice cast iron skillet. Once that was done I put the pan in the 375 degree oven to bake for 20 minutes while I prepared the mushrooms in a second pan. After the baking time was done I got out a hot pad, picked up the heavy skillet and put it on the stove. I then added the red wine, whisked it a bit and then went to pour it into the pan with the mushrooms...completely forgetting that I had just taken the cast iron skillet out of the oven. Yes folks, I tried to pick up the handle of the hot pan with my bare hand. Ouch. Wait, scratch that, how about OUCH! Pain.
Luckily I didn't drop a hot pan with hot liquid on the floor, I had enough sense to save the dish by setting the pan back down on the stove. I'm also lucky that I have a husband who knows a bit of first aid, who not only took care of my hand but managed to finish cooking and plating our dinner. Which I ate left handed. No I did not find it amusing when Mr. L put an apron on me while I ate so that I wouldn't spill food all over myself. Thankfully there are no photos of me a bit chagrined with my hand in cold water for most of the evening. I'm also lucky that there were no blisters, just very tender, swollen, very pissed off fingers and palms that still three days later, are very sensitive to have anything hot or cold touch them.
So, on orders from Mr. L, I have had to baby said hand for a few days, which meant no Halloween postings, no recipe postings and, on the bright side, no having to wash dishes.
I know, I know, just two words....hot pads....
(photo taken in Downtown Disney at the Disney Store)