I was late starting dinner.
“I have no time self, what shall I make for dinner?”
“Stir fry is always a good stand by, not to mention yummy, make that.”
I defrosted the chicken quick and dumped it in the wok flicking the burner on high. After it had cooked a bit I tossed in some ramen noodles (I didn’t want to wait for the rice to cook).
“Mamamamammaaaa.” Jacob had awakened and was crying. I left my chicken and noodles and hurried back to grab the baby. I gently lifted him out of the crib only to place my hand on his wet leaky bum.
“Ewww! Time to change you!” and I set to work changing his diaper and changing his clothes. Then I sat on the floor and play with him a bit.
“Ummm, self, did you forget something?”
“Oh, crud! The food!” I charged back to the kitchen, only to find a charred mangled mess sitting in the bottom of my wok, I had forgot I had left the burner on high. Frustrated and annoyed by the stench I wanted to sit on the floor and burst into tears.
My loving children pipe up, “That’s ok mom, we’re glad it burned! We didn’t want stir fry any way; we don’t like it.”
Oddly enough I just dissolved into giggles and we had a fine dining experience of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for the kids and Marie Calendar meals for Paul and I.
This morning however, I was no longer laughing. I couldn’t get rid of the stench. I had thrown out the food and set the wok outside until I could scrub it clean, but to no avail it still stunk. After walking for an hour this morning I arrived back at my house and could smell it before even opening the door. It was so bad it smelled like we were smokers! I turned on the furnace fan and opened windows trying to get rid of the smell. I even went out and bought a candle. I think the stink is finally dissipating, thank goodness. I think it will be a while before I have enough stomach to try chicken stir fry again! lol 🙂
Fun and Flawed 