Before I move on from the topic of bolognese, let me share a couple more stories about it. The night after the burnt bolognese/ smokey pot/ back door kicking episode (i.e. last week), I returned home from another day at work to find Lupo cooking (!!) - despite the interim ban placed upon him! Gargggggggghhhhhhhh! So I asked what he was making and he told me spag bol! Again! Gargggggggggggghhhhhhhhh!
Anyway, I had a peek in the pot and it looked alright. He told me that he'd bought secret ingredients (salami and tomato paste - secret no more!) and that it was going to taste really good. So after we waited for the pasta to cook (which took awhile as Lupo decided to place the pasta in with the cold water and let it all boil at the same time!) we sat down for a nice casual meal in front of the TV. And, O, M, G! The spag bol was amaaaaaazing! It was very yummy! Better than the more recent Stephanie Alexander recipe one that I've been making recently. It was so good that I took a good portion of it to work the next day :-)
But was it always like this? No. Sadly, no. Missy reminded me today to tell the story about the mince and sauce. A short and simple story, but funny all the same!
So early on in our relationship, Lupo did kind of go on about his fantastic spag bol - one of his favourite dishes. [Watching Nausicaa as I'm writing this, the movie's kind of a bit too intense to try to multi-task.] So he makes me this signature dish of his one night and... Hmm. Ok. The bolognese cooking process included frying up some mince, adding a jar of Leggo's tomato sauce and voila! That was it! The pasta was (under)cooked and then served up with the mega chunky bits of mince in Leggo's sauce.
Omg, it was so gross. The meat so dry (and so chunky!) and the sauce so processed. Garrrggghhhh. And uncooked pasta.
What can I say? I glad Lupo can cook a mean spag bol these days - when the kitchen isn't under threat of being burnt down that is.
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Saturday, November 13, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Burnt Bolognese
It's been a good 18 hours since smoke filled our very small two bedroom house. My nose is still running like crazy and I can't stop sneezing! But I get ahead of myself. Let me give you a bit of background...
So I'm always ringing my good friend, Missy, to say, "Omg, guess what happened this time!" with reference to my darling husband's cooking, which prompted her to suggest that I write short pieces about his cooking adventures. Why? Well, not because he could give Guy Grossi a run for his money on the new Iron Chef Australia, but because of the multitude of mishaps that occur in the kitchen every time he sets foot in it. As of 18 hours ago, I have put in an interim banning of his cooking, at least until we work out how to overcome his chronic, kitchen chaos.
So as I said, there have been many, many mishaps. But today I'll blog about the burnt bolognese, as it's still fresh in my memory (and up my nose).
Lupo smoked out the house last night. I told him that he had to cook spaghetti bolognese because I was sick of cooking.
So he rings me at 5pm telling me to get home asap because he'd locked himself out of the house (he shut the door behind him when he went to take some rubbish out) and that the bolognese was on the stove top - on high.
So I rush home as fast as I can - or as fast as the trains let me - and as I near our house I notice that the front door's open and I'm confused. I walk in and it is smokey! Can't see it, but can definitely smell it! All doors and windows are wide open, in fact, the fly screens have been removed from the windows.
"Hey! I kicked in the back door, 'cause black smoke was coming out of the pot."
Sigh. Ok, so my darling husband had been keeping an eye on the stove top from the back window and then heroically kicked in the back door to get to it when smoke started filling the kitchen. On the plus side, he tells me, our smoke alarm definitely works! No damage to the door or the kitchen, except for a hole in the wall where the door handle bashed into it. I've covered it up with my space men wall stickers, so all good.
The pot, my really good stainless steel pot that my mum had lugged halfway around the work for me, was sitting in the backyard - sunbathing I presume. It was filled with burnt cherry tomatoes, premium mince, shaved carrot and onions. That's all I could make out. Three scrubs later it's nearly looking brand new again (it's probably cleaner than before Lupo started making the bolognese).
Lupo was quite sad all night. And I've had to put in an interim ban on his cooking, it's just far too dangerous. I'm not sure if this was part of his plan...
The burnt bolognese was thrown all over our lawns... *sigh*. I do keep telling Lupo not to throw meat into the compost bin as it'll attract unsightlies... guess I'll have to tell him not to throw it onto the lawns too.
But what will I blog about next week if Lupo's been banned from cooking? Never fear, I have a huge backlog of stories that I can tell. The exploding baking dish and fish fingers will probably be my next post.
Dinner last night? Plain noodles with some chilli sauce. It's all I could be bothered cooking.
So I'm always ringing my good friend, Missy, to say, "Omg, guess what happened this time!" with reference to my darling husband's cooking, which prompted her to suggest that I write short pieces about his cooking adventures. Why? Well, not because he could give Guy Grossi a run for his money on the new Iron Chef Australia, but because of the multitude of mishaps that occur in the kitchen every time he sets foot in it. As of 18 hours ago, I have put in an interim banning of his cooking, at least until we work out how to overcome his chronic, kitchen chaos.
So as I said, there have been many, many mishaps. But today I'll blog about the burnt bolognese, as it's still fresh in my memory (and up my nose).
Lupo smoked out the house last night. I told him that he had to cook spaghetti bolognese because I was sick of cooking.
So he rings me at 5pm telling me to get home asap because he'd locked himself out of the house (he shut the door behind him when he went to take some rubbish out) and that the bolognese was on the stove top - on high.
So I rush home as fast as I can - or as fast as the trains let me - and as I near our house I notice that the front door's open and I'm confused. I walk in and it is smokey! Can't see it, but can definitely smell it! All doors and windows are wide open, in fact, the fly screens have been removed from the windows.
"Hey! I kicked in the back door, 'cause black smoke was coming out of the pot."
Sigh. Ok, so my darling husband had been keeping an eye on the stove top from the back window and then heroically kicked in the back door to get to it when smoke started filling the kitchen. On the plus side, he tells me, our smoke alarm definitely works! No damage to the door or the kitchen, except for a hole in the wall where the door handle bashed into it. I've covered it up with my space men wall stickers, so all good.
The pot, my really good stainless steel pot that my mum had lugged halfway around the work for me, was sitting in the backyard - sunbathing I presume. It was filled with burnt cherry tomatoes, premium mince, shaved carrot and onions. That's all I could make out. Three scrubs later it's nearly looking brand new again (it's probably cleaner than before Lupo started making the bolognese).
Lupo was quite sad all night. And I've had to put in an interim ban on his cooking, it's just far too dangerous. I'm not sure if this was part of his plan...
The burnt bolognese was thrown all over our lawns... *sigh*. I do keep telling Lupo not to throw meat into the compost bin as it'll attract unsightlies... guess I'll have to tell him not to throw it onto the lawns too.
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| Some of the non-burnt bits of the left over bolognese - cherry tomatoes, mushrooms.... |
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| The mince... |
But what will I blog about next week if Lupo's been banned from cooking? Never fear, I have a huge backlog of stories that I can tell. The exploding baking dish and fish fingers will probably be my next post.
Dinner last night? Plain noodles with some chilli sauce. It's all I could be bothered cooking.
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