Posts tagged Roast Beef

As much as I like to think that I am a pretty decent cook, there are times when I make kitchen blunders so great that it makes me wonder why I am in the kitchen at all. Now I am not talking about those mistakes where you substitute an ingredient with another that turns out to taste weird, I am talking about those mistakes where you want to bury your head in the sand and pretend like it never happened.

Last Saturday I may have had one of those mistakes. J’s sister and fiance were coming over for dinner and to check out our new house. Now, J can testify that on a day where we have people over for dinner I run around like house like a crazy person. Cleaning up stresses me out, making sure I have all ingredients for dinner stresses me out and having a proper time line stresses me out. When the guest arrives all the stress goes away but up until that point I am a bit of a basket case. This particular Saturday was no exception. Especially because my time line and planning was all out of wack, due to a Costco purchase that was a now or never decision.

Once everything was down, the house was clean, the food was prepped and I threw the Roast Beef in the  pre-heated oven.  Usually when I make roasts I guess on the cooking time, but this I took out my digital thermometer because I wanted to be 100% sure it was going to be cooked perfectly. This is where my brain completely lets me down. I put the thermometer in the roast and into the hot oven, not thinking that the plastic top part probably wouldn’t survive the heat. 10 min later I just pop over and take a peek at the beautiful chunk of cow and OMG, OMG MY THERMOMETER!! J rushes over, sees the panic in my face, sees the thermometer drooped over and that the melted piece of plastic almost was touching the roast. He grabs the oven mitts and pulls it out.  Of course his reaction was “what were you thinking”, but come on……clearly I wasn’t.

I did try and pretend like it didn’t happen and had Jason wrap it up in cloth and throw it out but after a few glasses (or bottles) of wine it became a humorous mistake and I revealed my nightmare.  I did have a back up thermometer and in the same night J unfortunately discovered it after it took a short trip down the garburator.  Now I am on the hunt for a fool proof, melt proof, can’t fit down the garburator, heat proof thermometer.

Please feel free to tell me your kitchen nightmares.