So I was cooking today and decided that even though its not Sunday I'll start my blog because it was an amusing story. First, you need to understand the background. I am the only person in my apartment (minus one cake and some chili mac) who ever really cooks. But I go through this cycle where I buy all this food that I want to turn into some of my favorite dishes and then live off my meal plan and various trips to restaurants with friends that I never get around to cooking the food. Half the time it goes bad and the other half I cook it and never eat the leftovers. Such was the scene when I went to make the rare Tuesday night dinner, forgoing my meal plan in an effort to save some of my food.
I had just refreshed my memory on how to make stuffed tomatoes on my list trip to my parents so I grabbed the remaining 5 tomatoes in my fridge (the 6th and final tomato contributed to my homemade guac of two weeks ago where 5 avocados served me one night and wasted away in my friends for the remaining week). I prompted discarded two tomatoes as soft, squishy and likely quite deceased (and not the edible kind of deceased), thereby leaving me with three smallish red tomatoes. The rest of the story actually went off without much problem. I prepared the food while talking to my HS friend, Jabber Talky, who dominates a conversation more than any 3 people I know and I have to be doing something in order to feel like the phone call is a productive use of my time. I added can of tuna, eyeballed a rough amount of breadcrumbs, and mixed in the delectable insides of each scooped tomato into a nice filling for the husk of the former fruit (or vegetable!?! dun dun dun!) and placed them on one of those magic plates that looks normal but can actually also be put in the oven. Don't worry Tia Favorita, who donated the plates, assured me I actually could use these dishes in the oven. They cooked lovely with a smothering of pepper jack cheese and when I lifted the plate out after 15 minutes with my bright green oven mitts, the 3 tomatoes looked wonderful. While still on the phone, I dug in. The first bite was glorious, until the tomato juice burned my mouth and I hopped around the kitchen like a cartoon character who just ate an ACME brand jalapeno pepper (Jabber Talky just kept on going...). Satisfied that they were finished I picked up the plate to move to the living room.
The thing about magic plates that can go in the oven, they still look like regular plates, so all those years of conditioning that metal out of the over stays hot, doesn't work on plates that are normally quite cool... While still on the phone I nearly dropped my plate but managed to place it carefully back onto my stovetop, then let out a silent scream, and rushed over to the sink to run cool water on it. Final count, 4 points of first degree burns and 1 point of second degree burns. But I ate those damn tomatoes and liked them!
Course, now I'm still very hungry. I think I'll go microwave a burrito...
Of course, I was drinking in front of the TV in my underwear while all this was happening. Wish I could've helped! :P
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