On Sunday morning, 17 called and asked if he could have some friends over for a last-minute SuperBowl party. Â Now this surprised me, because he’s a theater kid and neither he, nor his girlfriend, Â nor his theater friends have ever demonstrated any interest in football. Â But we said yes, told him to tell his friends to bring the junk food, and set about tidying up the house to make it presentable, Â and then I went to fetch a variety of pop and a couple of bags of ice while my dh started making a big pot of chili.
Shortly after the kids arrived, it was clear they did, indeed, have no interest in football, as they brought a Wii and all its accoutrements. By then, the chili Â had been brought up to temp and dumped into the crockpot, and dh asked me to taste it for spices.
I did, and almost barfed. Seems one of the packages of ground meat had gone bad. Â Way bad. Ugh. Pot of chili ruined.
Love of my life got rid of the nasty chili while I went into the pantry to dig through the cabinets for ingredients for a new pot (For speed, I used a base of canned chili, jazzed up with fancy beans, Ortegas, etc.)
As the new chili bubbled, I slipped off to the john. Â It smelled of chili in there, which I chalked up to my husband dumping the first batch down the toilet.
A bit later, however, hubby went in there and promptly stepped in waterâ€”overflow, it turned out, from the shower, which had backed up. Turns out that was the smell I smelled, because hubby, bless his heart, hadn’t flushed the chili, but had run it down the disposal. Â The whole 6 quarts of it. Clearly too much for the rather finicky pipes of our nearly 50 year old house.
Off to Safeway for Liquid Plumbr. Â Let sit. Â Nothing. Â More LP, more sitting, more nothing. Â Much use of plunger (including imprint of hollow handle-top on my palm). Nothing.
Next morning, one more large bottle LP, couple of hours of sitting, more plunger. Nothing.
So, a call was made to the plumbing service Â The same plumbing service that was out a few months ago when our incoming water line failed. Â Now, to their credit, Â they were here within a couple of hours both times, and to their further credit, the receptionist/scheduler didn’t even laugh when I suggested that I was due a freebie. Â They just showed up, fixed the problem, and handed me a bill.
So I added it up. Â Plumber + ingredients of first batch of chili + ingredients of second batch of chili + multiple bottles of totally and utterly ineffective Liquid Plumbr = $117
All for one pot of chili.
How about you? What’s your most expensive meal disaster?
Not sure what my most expensive disaster is cooking-wise, but I know I’ve ruined a lot of food in the process of learning to become a competent cook.
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