Exploding things

What a night šŸ™

Tired me began searching for “what to do with chicken breasts” for dinner, with no Daddy here to cook for, just me and the children. I thought of Chicken Parmesan, but I didn’t have any bread crumbs to use at the time … I could have MADE them, but that was more trouble that I wanted.

So I thought of this and that, having to use that Chicken since I had defrosted it yesterday. I looked at a lot of recipes for inspiration here, and finally was inspired to just make the Chicken Parmesan, but differently.

So I put the Chicken Beasts in a big pan with Olive Oil, and browned them nicely on both sides. Sprinkled granulated Garlic over one side of each piece of Chicken Breast, and then a few pinches of Sea Salt over it all.

In another pan I put in a can of diced tomatoes and some finely chopped onion, and heated that up, adding basal, and Sea Salt too.

Then I decided to put that tomato mixer in with the chicken. I combined them and let that cook some more. I took angle hair pasta and put it in hot water in a pan with some tomato paste.

I planned on putting the chicken on a plate and setting that aside, and adding the tomato sauce with partially cooked angle hair in the bottom of a 9×13 glass Pyrex dish. Then on top of that the diced tomato mixer. Then the chicken on top of that.

I got that far.

I was about to pick it all up to put it in the oven for about 15 min. when @#!—BAM—!#@ it exploded all over the place. Glass was everywhere. The tomato sauce all over the stove, all over my dress,and dripping onto the floor. Glass had popped so far. It was clods of glass, with a few shards and slivers. Mostly “safety glass” like though.

That was the WORST thing that has happened this year so far. Worst non-death thing to happen in a long time too, I think.

Of course, it’s just me standing there with no help but my 8 and 6 year olds. 4 year old causing more trouble … it was horrid.

So they are all crying since I said it was all ruined. We were hungry and getting ready to have a nice dinner together. I was tired in the first place, but still plugging along to get it on the table.

What happened?

The pyrec dish was on the stove, I put it on the burner that the pasta had been cooking on. No big deal, it’s stove top friendly. So then I noticed that it was on “7” and I turned it off. I was only planning on plopping the Chicken in and then going to put it all in the oven …

It was more than the dish could take. I will say that it’s an electric yucky stove we have … not a smooth top. So the setting that the burner is on stays that hot for a long time after it’s turned off. Gas or smooth top stove isn’t quite like that. One of them types would have saved our dinner tonight! šŸ™

So instead of eating dinner, I had a huge mess to clean up. Ugh. It was bad, bad, bad, Stove it all clean now though šŸ˜‰ Not my way of getting it that way, not favorite, I mean.

There was some left-over pizza in the fridge that the children then ate. I just had some fresh Mozzarella sliced thin with sea salt on top and into a warm oven for a minute or so to ‘loosen up’.

I put too much sea salt on it though. Blech.

So nothing has gone right with food for me today.

I leave my morning story for the end.

I got out a frozen English Muffin for part of my breakfast. I let it sit till I could easily pry it apart, then put it in the toaster. I toast things funny. I put things down three or four times, turn them around between “downs” and put them in other slots, etc. Here and there, and let them sit awhile between “toastings” too, if I feel like it.

So today, I go back to the toaster. My English Muffin is not there. Hmmm. Ah. Kitty took it. Really. Urgh.

So take 2.

Um forget that.

Take 3 … I got this one toasted and SAVED. I put butter on it. Yum. Then I open up a pack of Cream Cheese, slap some on without really looking: then I looked. Yucky! It was a pack that must have been in the back of the fridge in it’s last week or so, it must have frozen. It was falling apart, grainy, tasted alright, but texture, ugh.

I tried to eat the English Muffin then, but couldn’t. I couldn’t stand the graininess of the Cream Cheese.

Boo Hoo. Poor me. šŸ˜„

So that was that this morning. Then I build wet fires all day long. Then the Dinner Horror Hour … I’m done for.

Horrible day, horrible, horrible, horrible. If only I could cry. But I can’t, too tired.

I woke up last night/this morning at 4:30 with a screaming migraine on the right side of my head. I was so sick and only half went back to sleep really weird sometime after 6am, for about an hour. So I didn’t get a great start out to the day in the first place. Meds I took (just Excedrin and a Tums) knocked the migraine out when I did that “nap” Thanks be to God for HIS hand in it! But still, I was drained to begin with. Bed time here I come! But I am still hungry.

Too bad this is the kind of stuff that happens when Daddy is away. KWIM?

6 thoughts on “Exploding things”

  1. Oh man Marysue! I’m sorry too for your tough day. šŸ™ I won’t burden you with mine…just to say I’m really looking forward to bedtime too! It all does seem harder when dh is away even if it’s just that you don’t have that ear and shoulder at the end of the day. Bleh! Here’s to a better tomorrow for you and the chilun’s! (((HUG)))

  2. Cindy: How right you are! šŸ™‚ Thank you. I did awake today saying “It’s a do-over day” Fresh slate, in otherwords. šŸ™‚

    Tamara: Yes, that “Ear and Shoulder” are greatly missed on travel days. We’ve had very few of them the last couple of years, so this 4-nighter is a tough one. One night down, three more to go. I’ll be full of verbalization on Sunday! šŸ˜‰

    Kim: It’s always good to hear of similar circumstances, like Pyrex exploding. :shocked:

    I did break a glass jar pouring hot fat in it last month. I thought the fat had cooled down, but it hadn’t! I’m aware of that fragility of plain old glass. So it was a shock when it broke, but no big deal. Just a small jar. 9×13 Pyrex dish full of our dinner — whoo boy! It was a big clean up.

    I’ve done so much with that Pyrex dish though, it’s just shocking when it decides to call it quits.

    So I do also agree, the worst things happening when DH is away are much worse then. If he was home, even “going to be home soon” it’d be a whole different story. Isn’t that funny how it works out?

    Patience and reliance on God are daily lessons! šŸ™‚

  3. I should read your blog more often! I had no idea you were going through such a tough time – I’m so sorry. Once, when I mentioned to another military wife that dh was out of town for two weeks, she said, “What’s broken so far?” I’m not even going into the litany of problems that had already cropped up in three days, but as far as I can tell, it’s just The Way Things Are. šŸ™

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