Well, I'm sort of officially Mrs. Bonds - or at least that's what my driver's license says. Pretty weird!
In honor of this milestone, I'll tell you about another one. The other night, Tuesday, I think it was, I burned my first dinner. Actually, to be more specific, I burned a couple of tablespoons of extra-virgin olive oil on the bottom of the oven, not dinner. But there was plenty of smoke, some mad towel-waving to keep the smoke detector from going off, and even a flame or two. Wes was so proud.
See, what had happened was, I was trying a new recipe from my new Barefoot Contessa At Home cookbook (if I ever figure out how to make live links, I'll give you the recipe). I planned to serve my Chicken Piccata with my go-to recipe for asparagus. Snap off the ends, place on a cookie sheet, sprinkle with olive oil, salt and pepper and little minced garlic and bake until tender. Pretty easy, and I've done it a handful of times. This time, however, I decided to be "smart" and put the garlic bread on the same cookie sheet and pushed the asparagus to the end. Turned out to be not-so-smart, actually, because the olive oil dripped off the end, smoked like there was no tomorrow and sent me (and the cat) into a little bit of a panic. So now I guess I can say that I've burned my first meal, and since all of it was still completely edible (and tasty, to boot!), I'll take it.
