Last night I made potato stuffed chimichangas for dinner. I've made fried food about 3 times in my life- two of those times were simply frying tortillas by themselves. So you can imagine the complexity of frying several chimichangas at once. It was a force to be reckoned with, indeed. Here are the successes and failures of my endeavor:
Success:
They were really quite delicious. So delicious, in fact, that the kidders even ate them... and dare I say it? Enjoyed them.
Failure:
I burnt the crap out of my thumb when oil splattered on it. I ate my dinner with my thumb in a glass of ice water, and the pain was unbearable for 5 hours. Ice, ice, baby. Nils told me that he fears for me sometimes. But he still really liked the chimichangas.
Funny:
While I was busy frying away, I heard the following conversation:
Addie: Anders, what do you wish?
Anders: For a hundred-thousand dollars. What do you wish?
Addie: That I was a fire dog.
Anders: Don't you mean a fire woman?
Addie: Or a guard dog.
Ironic conclusion:
After eating our fried dinner, we sat down and watched "The Biggest Loser" as I melted bag after bag after bag of ice on me poor little thumb. I love Bob. And I could really use Jillian screaming in my face around mid-January.
The End.
2 comments:
When Brian and I first got married I would make chimis. And, every time I would make them I would cry. The oil would splatter on me. The stuffing would fall out as I would put it in the fryer. It was tramatic. Now I don't make them nearly as often. But, Brian always teases me and asks me if I cried as I made them. I tell him, "yes, my blood, sweat, and tears went into your chimi". Sorry about the burn.
Oh no. Burns are terrible. Don't use ice next time, if there is a next time. Ice can damage the skin. Cool water is best, and that is some unsolicited advice from New York! One time, when I was a teenager, I was making popcorn in the kettle and the oil splattered. I had 17 burns marks up my arm. WAAAAY before microwaves!
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