Well, I've done it again. To fill you in if you didn't read my myspace blog, a while back while cooking for Obi and Robb, I blew up the pan that the yams were cooking in. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I think it was differential cooling of the pyrex. So, the other day, I went to make food, and I turned on the wrong burner. On the burner I turned on was a pan that Jenny had left out from the day before. She had been cooking chicken, so it was full of chicken grease. It started to sizzle, and I realized what had happened and turned the burner off. A minute later, while Obi was in the kitchen, I walked out of it, and around to the living room. At that moment, the pan exploded. That's right. The score is now: Pyrex 2, Johnnie 0. Why does this keep happening? Is there a pan god that I pissed off? Did I misuse a pan sometime in my past, and now they just want to explode at me (are they secretly saying mean things behind my back?). So, now I owe my roomie a pyrex pan.
Which I will hopefully not blow up...
No yams were involved in this incident.
Also, Robb brought over beer floats to make me feel better. And maybe laughed at me a little...
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Perhaps you should ask Dr Pan what to do...
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