Opps… I Did It Again….

I explained in my previous post that I recently had a near fatal kitchen experience (do read- it will have you on the edge of your seat). And you would think that I would have taken sad near fatal experience and used it to grow and learn. However, that was not the case.

A few days later I had a brilliant idea for a new spin on chicken fried chicken. I was so excited and told Eric that I was making chicken fried chicken for dinner and he became even more excited than me. I ran to the store to get all the ingredients to make a new and improved spin on chicken fried chicken, homemade gravy and mashed potatoes, and warm buttermilk biscuits (you can wipe the droll off your chin now). I began to prepare everything all at once (I was sooooo excited and hungry). I made the biscuits and threw them in the oven. I started boiling the potatoes. I began pounding out the chicken (a good pound always releases built up tensions) and then dipping the chicken in the batter and breading. I put the oil on to get hot (first step that went wrong). I threw the prepared chicken in the hot oil. Then the timer went off for the biscuits and I went to get them out of the oven….. then the potatoes started to over boil and so I had to deal with them… leaving my chicken to burn. Yes, burn! : ( When I could get to the chicken and remove it from the oil it was a nice charred color. I thought “not to fret I have four more chicken breasts” I threw one more in and continued to deal with the biscuits and potatoes….. of course burring that chicken. Again I attempt then chicken and again I fail. I take my last chicken and throw it in the oil; paying close attention, I carefully babysit it. When all seems to be going well the smoke detector starts going off (mind you when I almost burnt my apartment down before the smoke detector never went off; that time I even had flames and black smoke). I frantically start looking for the smoke detector and it is no where to be found. No where? The detector near the kitchen was not going off, neither was the one in the hall to the bedroom. What smoke alarm was going off? Where was it? Finally I found it- the smoke alarm in the bedroom on the other side of the apartment. I open the windows and run back to then kitchen to find my last and final chicken breast charred. I sadly finished the biscuits, gravy, and potatoes (knowing I had been defeated) and we ate chicken chard chicken for dinner.