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Hello faithful readers who have not abandoned me in my absence! I am afraid that other writing projects and life itself have distracted me from being similarly faithful to this blog.
The first of those projects is that I have been writing reviews for the Uncustomary Book Review! The first of them is on Bram Stoker’s Dracula, and you can read it by clicking here. My second, on Brandon Sanderson’s Warbreaker, should appear at the end of September.
Indiana has had a rough time lately. He was attacked by another dog while we were out for a walk on Labor Day, though by some good grace he managed to come out with only bruises and scratches. And less than a week later he had an appointment to be neutered! Couple those along with the fact that Husband is out of town most of this week, Indiana is not the happiest of puppies and makes his opinion known by getting up to various hijinks, which includes peeing on the rug, running mad puppy circles around the living room, and stealing his mommy’s socks.
In more recent news, Weston gave me a fancy-dan meat thermometer as an early birthday present (it was smaller gift that accompanied by a bigger one–he gave me an acoustic guitar, which I am trying to teach myself) of the kind where you can leave the probe in the meat while it is in the oven while simultaneously attaching to a little electronic read out that sits outside the oven and tells you when your meat has reached the appropriate temperature. It’s pretty much best way to make sure your roast chicken is cooked all the way through without drying it out with over-cooking. This is a legit kitchen gadget.
Well, Weston was making pork chops. And nobody like to dry pork chops, right? So we thought we would try it out. I stuck in the probe, closed the oven door, and waited for the beep while watching Weston make cranberry chutney (yum!). A couple of minutes later we noticed gray smoke coming through one of ranges on the stove top.
We opened the oven to discover that the cord attaching the probe to the read out was on fire! It burned out in a minute after the oven door was opened, and I gingerly removed it with an oven mitt and doused it in the sink. It also sprayed little pieces of burnt plastic all over our pork chops.
And every cook knows that burnt plastic is really not the best seasoning for pork chops.
You should mostly feel bad for Husband. He always tries really hard to find a great gift! Thankfully my new guitar (SO EXCITED) will distract me from lack of ability to properly roast chickens.