9.02.2009

EasyBlack

I hate cooking. Period.


I just don't like it.

But my least favorite meal to cook is lunch. I don't know why it crawls all over me, but I just hate it. Perhaps it is because it messes up just enough dishes to irritate me, but not enough to make me feel truly productive in the kitchen. If it were up to me, lunch wouldn't even happen. But, the rascals' stomachs disagree with my philosophy, so, therefore, I succumb to the evilness that is lunch making. Ick.

Unless, of course, I can coerce an older rascal to make lunch for me.

The boys are still not skilled with the usage of the stove, but mastery of the microwave has been perfected. And I take full advantage of their abilities more often than I care to admit.

Today I inquired of lunch making assistance and became vastly aware of why warning labels are still placed on appliances and children.

Sawyer was the chef of the day today, and he made fast work of heating up a mountain of fish sticks for his brothers. He, though, wasn't feeling the fish stick love and was crushing on the Easy Mac that was perched high up on the cabinet shelf.

I quickly walked Sawyer through the VERY simple directions, feeling very proud of myself for having passed yet another lunch torch to the younger generation. Now I don't even have to stop what I'm doing to make mac-n-cheese......utopia, for sure.

Sawyer scarfed down his first bowl of mac and came to find me to ask if he could make another bowl.

Me: Do you remember how?
Sawyer: Yep.
Me: Are you sure?
Sawyer: Yep.
Me: Well, then have at it.

And then I grinned smugly to myself. This was amazing. We were now a blue box self-sufficient family. Suhweet.

And then I smelled it.

A strange mixture of burnt popcorn/campfire/tar/skunk.

I ran in the kitchen and asked the obvious: "Is something burning?"

Sawyer: Uh. I think so.

Genius. My son.

There. Inside the microwave was a bowl being licked with flames. I punched the microwave door open just in time for a cloud of black smoke to come barreling out that tasted like it smelled.

When my eyesight returned, I reached in and delivered this:
Yup. That's it.

Minus THE WATER THAT HE WAS SUPPOSED TO ADD.

And there he is. Chef Boyardee himself.

Whose response to the whole fiasco was: "Accident."

You betcha.

23 comments:

Jim said...

Amb,
Flames? Boy, the Chef.Boy.Sawyer is in training for bar.b.que, isn't he?

Hope your microwave survived the "grillin".

Never a dull moment, Huh?

Jim-Dad

Mich said...

Jordan has done that before...surprised? They are two peas in a pod it would seem.

gotta love them...

Carpool Queen said...

I can smell the burnt from here.

Kendra said...

He used your nice bowl, too? Oh, the stink will never leave that house. I don't cook lunch. We all eat sandwiches, fruit, carrot sticks or pretzels. Very boring, and easy to make!

Wes said...

Awesome! Very Funny.

Emily said...

Love this. Mostly because when I was about his age I decided to use the microwave as a timer for something, but I thought I had to put something in it for it to work. So I put a slice of bread in. For 10 minutes. That smell will be forever ingrained.

Jennifer said...

At least you're passing on the lunchtime torch!! I realized on the way to church today that Hesley hadn't even had lunch!!

Guess it's a good thing he ate 4 cinnamon rolls for breakfast!! :)

Jessica said...

I can only imagine the smell that produced. We're sandwich lunchers. with the occasional delicacy known as cheetos as a side dish.

Cathy said...

Lunch. Yup. My children would be shocked if they got anything other than PB&J. I they can do that, but I'd have to give them knives.....

SO glad you considered all joy...at least for the sake of the blog.;)

Cathy said...

Dang that predictive text that makes mistakes for me....oh wait...I'm not on my phone. Double dern.

Elizabeth said...

I can't stop laughing. Maybe he'll be a chef one day!

The Bowden's said...

Aw, he was just trying. :)

Tiffani said...

Shew wee...that stinks!! ;)

But the smell will EVENTUALLY go away...ahem.

Love that freckle-faced chef!

Andrea said...

Kids in the kitchen scare the crap out of me!

Amy Fulmer said...

If you can survive the "Great Mac Fire of '09" then I can surely begin letting my kiddos have a little kitchen freedoms. Because as much as I hate making lunch, too, I fear the "uh-oh" that generally comes when one breathes in the vicinity of the kitchen. But I am taking a cue from you and will begin to release a little of my control. A little. Really. I will. Maybe.

Jennifer said...

Oh no!

Alison said...

Hehe...that's hilarious. Did he put the cheese sauce on before he "cooked" the macaroni? Hmm...

whimzie said...

The little impish grin at the end just makes the whole story. Bless his pointed red head.

mimi said...

Ha...loved that story! I'm not the best cook. I've been known to do similar in our kitchen. Usually, it involves chicken.

What a cutie that chef is!

New Every Morning said...

Yes, yes! Why is lunch such an annoyance?!
Here is my theory: I can make myself a pretty good/easy lunch and dirty ONE knife and a napkin. To make the munchkins in my household some lunch, it involves way too many dishes.

the picture made me laugh!!!

Jackie @ Our Moments Our Memories said...

You know, I CANNOT wait until Savannah is somewhat self-sufficient in the kitchen - but I guarantee you we'll have some of these incidents! Ha! I had no idea macaroni could get that black.

Accident!! :)

Gretchen said...

I lurve that you hate to cook, too. For I've been feeling a little alone in that field.

Easy Black. Heh, heh, heh.

christy rose said...

He is the cutest chef I have ever seen. :)