That's my Sharpie, bitch!
Love,
Me
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
I'm just THAT good.
I know I haven't posted in a while, and I totally have my Indian food post and a post about my vacation to put up, but this little gem was so good I had to put it up right away.
So the office I work in had this pot luck party at one of my coworkers's house. I signed up to bring up barbecue meatballs. Why? you ask. Because it's the simplest thing to make! Seriously, throw a bag of frozen meatballs and equal parts of barbecue sauce and grape jelly in a crock pot, set it on low before you go to bed and they are ready when you wake up. Easy peasey.
ANYWAY.
So we don't really use the crock pot much. Hardly ever, actually. My mom isn't much of a cook, and I've just started earning my kitchen wings. This means that we don't really have a way of carrying a crock pot to and from locations except by hand. I figure it won't be too bad, and I put one of those heavy duty trash bags underneath it should any sloshing happen. Great. I get everything situated on the floor on the passenger side of my car (that thing was HEAVY, by the way), and I'm off to work. I took it out and up to my office because you just don't leave food in your car for hours, and then when it came time to go to my coworker's house I took it back to my car and loaded it up, then of course had to unload it when I got there.
All of this loading and unloading, and it only sloshed a little bit, and it landed on to the bag. Sweet. So we get there, and there is TONS of food. Barely half (if that) of the meatballs were eaten, but that was sort of expected. So I had to load them back in my car on the way out.
Now, the house we were at was HUGE. I mean...whoa. And it had a huge circular driveway, which I conveniently parked at the end of. Now there was a smooth, cement part of the driveway that ran straight and to the back, and then the rest of the circle part was gravel. I parked on the end of the gravel. I loaded the meatballs back onto the garbage bag, got in the car, and started to reverse so I could back out onto the smooth cement part, then drive out (there were cars in front of me so I couldn't just drive forward).
I pushed gently on the accelerator, because I could see a Jeep somewhat close-ish in my rear view mirror and the last thing I need is to back into a parked car in front of my coworker's house, y'know? There was a little ledge I had to get over to get onto the cement, and that little bit of gas I gave didn't push the car over. So I pushed the gas pedal just a leeeeetle bit harder, still not enough. Finally, I gave it a nice tap, but the car SHOT back. I panicked because I thought the Jeep was super close and slammed on the brakes. In doing so, the crock pot heaved and meatballs and barbecue sauce flew out. (Turns out, the Jeep was still like 15 feet away. Go figure)
I saw the whole thing in slow motion. The lid bounced up and a tidal wave of sauce and meatballs poured out of the front, splashing the side panel, and getting all over the floor of my car. The bag couldn't save it. There was nothing I could do to stop it either, nothing but sit there and gape at the mess and think "....great." After about 10 seconds of staring at the pool of barbecue sauce, I quietly changed gears to "Drive" and went back to work, shaking my head the entire way back.
I parked, got out and went around to my passenger side and opened the door. It looked even worse from that angle. Sauce was dripping on the bottom of the door, even. I realized just how hopeless it was, cursed myself, grabbed my stuff, closed the door and trudged back to work.
So the office I work in had this pot luck party at one of my coworkers's house. I signed up to bring up barbecue meatballs. Why? you ask. Because it's the simplest thing to make! Seriously, throw a bag of frozen meatballs and equal parts of barbecue sauce and grape jelly in a crock pot, set it on low before you go to bed and they are ready when you wake up. Easy peasey.
ANYWAY.
So we don't really use the crock pot much. Hardly ever, actually. My mom isn't much of a cook, and I've just started earning my kitchen wings. This means that we don't really have a way of carrying a crock pot to and from locations except by hand. I figure it won't be too bad, and I put one of those heavy duty trash bags underneath it should any sloshing happen. Great. I get everything situated on the floor on the passenger side of my car (that thing was HEAVY, by the way), and I'm off to work. I took it out and up to my office because you just don't leave food in your car for hours, and then when it came time to go to my coworker's house I took it back to my car and loaded it up, then of course had to unload it when I got there.
All of this loading and unloading, and it only sloshed a little bit, and it landed on to the bag. Sweet. So we get there, and there is TONS of food. Barely half (if that) of the meatballs were eaten, but that was sort of expected. So I had to load them back in my car on the way out.
Now, the house we were at was HUGE. I mean...whoa. And it had a huge circular driveway, which I conveniently parked at the end of. Now there was a smooth, cement part of the driveway that ran straight and to the back, and then the rest of the circle part was gravel. I parked on the end of the gravel. I loaded the meatballs back onto the garbage bag, got in the car, and started to reverse so I could back out onto the smooth cement part, then drive out (there were cars in front of me so I couldn't just drive forward).
I pushed gently on the accelerator, because I could see a Jeep somewhat close-ish in my rear view mirror and the last thing I need is to back into a parked car in front of my coworker's house, y'know? There was a little ledge I had to get over to get onto the cement, and that little bit of gas I gave didn't push the car over. So I pushed the gas pedal just a leeeeetle bit harder, still not enough. Finally, I gave it a nice tap, but the car SHOT back. I panicked because I thought the Jeep was super close and slammed on the brakes. In doing so, the crock pot heaved and meatballs and barbecue sauce flew out. (Turns out, the Jeep was still like 15 feet away. Go figure)
I saw the whole thing in slow motion. The lid bounced up and a tidal wave of sauce and meatballs poured out of the front, splashing the side panel, and getting all over the floor of my car. The bag couldn't save it. There was nothing I could do to stop it either, nothing but sit there and gape at the mess and think "....great." After about 10 seconds of staring at the pool of barbecue sauce, I quietly changed gears to "Drive" and went back to work, shaking my head the entire way back.
I parked, got out and went around to my passenger side and opened the door. It looked even worse from that angle. Sauce was dripping on the bottom of the door, even. I realized just how hopeless it was, cursed myself, grabbed my stuff, closed the door and trudged back to work.
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