Maybe I should take over the cooking again...

   Jan 26, '09 5:23 PM
for everyone

Sunday night, we put the kids to bed, and I went to make Chonas (that's Nachos for anyone who doesn't live with Anagram man). We eat a lot of nachos on the weekend, as it is our favorite snack food. Usually it's just tortilla chips and cheese, but that night, it was dinner not a snack, so we were going to add "Jeremy's special recipe taco meat" to the chips and colby jack cheese. I grabbed the cookie sheet and handed it to Jeremy who was already standing at the sink washing dishes.

"Hey love, could you wash this up quick?" I asked.

"Why? We only cooked French Fries on it earlier today. Just brush the crumbs off. It'll be fine." Jeremy had cooked dinner in the middle of the day as is our Sunday tradition.

I looked at him like he grew two heads.  He started to laugh because he knew he was being gross. I looked down at the pan in my hand and noticed some stuff stuck to the bottom of the pan that suspiciously looked like dried baked-on shredded cheese.  "Did you wash this pan before you cooked the fries?"

He started to laugh. "It was ok. It was all dried on. I just had to scrape it off."

I just looked at him.  His face contorted with un-vocalised laughter. I looked at him some more. He doubled over, he was laughing so hard. Tears began to stream down his face.

"I can't believe you fed my babies, MY BABIES, food off of a dirty cookie sheet," I said in mock horror. I was disgusted, but it's really hard to get angry with this man. I've been married to him for almost fourteen years. Nothing surprises me much anymore.

"It was ok. It was just baked on cheese. I scraped it off." He gasped between fits of laughter.

"Yeah, and then you were trying to convince me to scrape off the french fry crumbs and cook on it AGAIN!" Jeremy doubled over again.  I was trying hard not to smile. "You can't just use something for food, then scrape or brush off the remainders, and then cook, bake, or eat off of it again."

"It's Fiiiiiiiiiiiiine," he said with exaggerated hand gestures. He grabbed a bowl out of the sink and pretended to hand it to me. "There's only a little bit of mold on the bottom. Here, use this, have some cereal. Don't worry about the curdled milk either. Food poisoning? That's for wimps.  Where's your iron stomach, soldier?"

Sigh.