Girls Write Out
Tuesday, October 09, 2007

My June Cleaver days ended when our last kid left home. In fact, when he tossed his graduation cap into the air, my apron went flying, too. Our kitchen table serves as a desk most days, and our stove makes a nice conversation piece. Home-cooked meals are what they serve at Cracker Barrel.

On a side note, I can grab my chocolate desserts and settle into a good episode of Paula Deen cooking with the best of ‘em. But I can turn the TV off and still have a clean kitchen. Hey, it works for me.

But I have to say the other day caused me to rethink some things. We went out to breakfast with my husband’s family. As you all know, I’m not allowed to eat sweets, so not surprisingly, I developed a sour (sorry, I couldn’t resist) mood when my brother-in-law ordered a large plate of pancakes with caramel, yes, that’s right, caramel syrup. It should be outlawed.

The server placed my measly egg in front of me while she could have used a crane to serve my brother’s plate of pancakes smothered with caramel syrup.

I tried not to wish ill upon his person, I really did. I refrained from stabbing a piece when he wasn’t looking (figured I’d drip syrup on him and then he’d know what I had done). I decided to live vicariously through him and so I watched as he took his first bite. My mouth watered but he made a face. No doubt for my benefit.

He said to his wife, “Taste this.”

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

“Just taste it.”

She did. “That has an onion taste.”

Onion? Now, I’m no Paula Deen but last time I checked caramel syrup did not have onion in it.

She took another taste. “This is barbecue sauce,” she announced between guffaws.

The ripple of laughter paraded around the table. The server joined us, my brother-in-law explained the situation and soon everyone in the kitchen was laughing, too. It seems the kitchen help thought the barbecue sauce was the caramel syrup. Um, no.

They apologetically replaced his pancakes, but by then, I’d lost my appetite and figured he could keep his pancakes and syrup.

If you tell me your restaurant stories, it might be just enough to keep me in my kitchen. Then again, maybe not. *g*
Diann Hunt  
posted at 7:21 AM  
  Comments (14)
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At 9:57 AM, Blogger Kay said...

For a short time I was the short order cook when the regular cook had his days off. I was normally a server, but got the cooks job because I knew how to make an omelet.
So, one day a guy came in and ordered an egg salad sandwich. Cool. That's easy. So while he was eating it, he kept looking over at me through the little window.
Later my boss came in and made herself an egg salad sandwich. But she got it out of a different container. "That's the egg salad?! Then what's in this container that I used for that guy's sandwich?"
"Tarter sauce."
We both about died laughing. Funniest part was he ate the whole thing.

At 12:46 PM, Blogger Kristin said...

Well, he got his for taunting you, didn't he? LOL

At 12:51 PM, Blogger Colleen Coble said...

That is hysterical! I hope they gave him his meal for free!

At 2:13 PM, Blogger Suzanne said...

Oh my goodness! What a great story! See...God was taking care of getting rid of that desire for you! Thanks so much for sharing that today!

At 2:36 PM, Blogger Ane Mulligan said...

ROFLOL! I can relate to tossing your apron. I used to bake all the family bread each week. I'm almost embarrassed to tell that.

But when my dh took an early retirement, I went to work. For those 6 years, I didn't cook or clean. :o)

By the time I retired and started writing full time, I'd gotten totally spoiled.

I now "forget" to take something out of the freezer each day. So dinner is usually carry out or salads.

Did I mention I don't clean, either? The only place I do clean is the kitchen. DH takes care of most of the rest of the house. And since I rarely cook, my job's easy!

I know. I'm bad. But guess what? I don't care. :o)

At 3:04 PM, Blogger Julie Carobini said...

So hysterical, Diann! Just goes to show that God has a big sense of humor--lol. He did that for you, you know ;)

At 8:25 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

That is such a cool thought, Julie!

Kay, that's hysterical! I can't believe the guy ate the whole thing! Must have been hungry! *g*

Ane, you lucky duck. I haven't managed to get out of cleaning yet. Though I've slowed waaaaaayyyy down. :)

At 8:32 PM, Blogger Kellie said...

I love to make homemade cinnamon rolls. My hubby had been asking me to make cinnamon rolls for a couple of weeks. One Saturday afternoon, in a hurry, I thought I might whip up a batch of dough and bake the rolls off the next morning for a before church treat.

Unfortunately in my haste I grabbed the Onion powder container instead of the cinnamon container (they were from the same brand so the bottles looked identical) and started sprinkling it on a portion of the rolled out dough. It took a second for me to realize that it wasn't cinnamon I was using. I tried REALLY hard to wipe away the onion and I thought I had done a good job. So i didn't actually mention it to my husband...

Let's just say the cinnamon rolls had a slight onion after taste that did not go unnoticed! Even by the kids who never really taste, but inhale, things anyway. Ever since then I have checked and double checked my spices before using them!

At 9:07 PM, Blogger Deena said...

I made my famous homemade lasagna for my first boyfriend...but I had never made it before.

When it came time to measure out the dried garlic...I measured out exactly what the recipe called for...not realizing that 1/4 of the amount equaled a full clove...

I put the equivalent of FOUR cloves of garlic in a pan of lasagna:-)

He kissed me anyway...ahhh, I can still taste the garlic LOL!!

At 9:28 PM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh my goodness, Kellie and Deena those stories are hilarious!!! I'm sure if I were still cooking, I'd be doing the same thing.

Guess we'll never know . . . . ;-)

At 7:49 PM, Blogger Liz said...

I happen to work at a pretty well known restraunt and I help get the food together for table tickets. One of our deserts is a blondie brownie topped with ice cream and a maple sauce. The sauce comes on the side in a little black container for dipping sauces. Well there was alrady one in the window that looked like the sauce so i sent it out with the waitress. She came back a few minutes later desert in hand and said that the sauce they got was oriental salad dressing. I was horrified. I can't believe I send out dressing. THey did get their desert and the correct sauce for after my mistake.

But it was really funny.

At 9:22 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

That's hilarious, Liz! I guess mistakes can happen in the best of kitchens. :-)

At 3:44 PM, Blogger Pam S. said...

Many years ago, I worked at a dude ranch. To tease one of the guests while on a cook-out, we put a large dark cooky in his hamburger bun instead of a hamburger. The guest didn't suspect a thing. He put all the condiments (ketchup, mustard, mayo, etc.) on the cooky and took a big bite. Immediately he had the strangest look on his face. He opened the bun and took a good look at the "hamburger." When he realized what we'd done, he shook his fist at us (but he also laughed). Because he was such a good sport, we gave him a new super-sized hamburger to replace the cooky.

At 9:13 AM, Blogger Diann Hunt said...

Oh my goodness, Pam, that's a GREAT story!!! When you say "cooky" is that like the sweet, round things we eat--as in, chocolate chip cookies? If that's the case, give me that over a hamburger any day!!! *G*


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