Aw, Shoot!

Monday was going so well. I’d actually gotten myself out of bed early, fixed a Weight Watchers breakfast for myself, and then Hubby and I drove to the local ski area, where, despite the cold temperatures and strong winds, we skied. I did not fall. No chair lift hit me in the head, and I enjoyed the bright blue skies.

The ski area was empty. Perhaps a couple dozen people at most, which meant that we felt that we had the entire mountain to ourselves! Just the way I like it!

After, we stopped to buy Fritz’s canned dog food, and then Hubby took me out for a nice Chinese food lunch. He had Garlic Shrimp and I had Sesame Shrimp. Delicious! It was all served with the best hot tea!

After, we stopped to buy the last few things we needed for dinner Monday night. The stores were empty and so we just went through, much as we had at the ski area, at our own pace.

We got home and I slowly started to prepare dinner. There were three crucial steps to my recipe. Then I got three phone calls in rapid succession.

The timer went off, and I opened the oven door, expecting perfection, and what did we find?

A burned to a crisp roast beef, potatoes, celery and carrots. It was burned so badly, that not even I could eat it! (The dogs, however, think it is great!)

I was shocked! This doesn’t happen to me, too often. Then I went back over and read my recipe sheet. Step 1,  check. Step 2, check. Step,3…oh my goodness! How could I have been so dumb!!!

I forgot to turn the oven down after the first 25 minutes, from 450 degrees to 350 degrees!

I have wrapped up the charred roast, and I am searching the Internet on what I can do to “salvage” the meat. I’m thinking perhaps a soup, one that you barely simmer for a long time. Something to soften the shoe leather of a roast that I have sitting in my fridge.

So there you have it. My confession of a poorly cooked meal. It doesn’t happen too often, but every once in a while, I totally mess up. Monday night was it!

Hubby was kind. He hasn’t said much. I asked if he wanted me to fix him something else and he said no. He will probably wait until I go to bed and then make himself something.

Aw, shoot! I just hate it when stuff like this happens!