We should note first of all. The house did not catch fire. But if I’m being honest that would have just been fitting for how our evening was going.
While I began making our Trick Daddy Tacos Dinner, our little PS was helping unload the groceries. Because cooking dinner at the same time as she helps put away groceries is super easy. She put the healthy cereal in the storage container and she decided she needed a bowl, a few minutes later little A came in the kitchen looking for that healthy cereal. (Cinnamon Toast Crunch- not the chocolate that is just too much… healthy is the regular kind)The rule is milk in bowls at the table. Since Keith is educating the children in classic television and Gilligan’s Island was on, both girls took dry cereal in their bowls to the family room to watch with him. I have no idea what actually happened but I heard glass breaking, little A called out “its good”. I came back to see a Correlle bowl smashed on the edge of the rug in the family room and on the wood floor. Since most of the family was now trapped by glass J and I cleaned, swept, and vacuumed up the tiny shards of glass.
Not knowing that was just the beginning of the events I went back to the kitchen to continue making ‘tacos’ for dinner. ( we were actually going to have steak, the little kids wanted to trick their daddy) I had the evening meal planned out so the cooking ended all at once.
loaded baked potatoes with mushrooms
bacon wrapped asparagus
corn on the cob
chicken for the non steak eaters
root beer floats
dessert by E
The corn cob water was beginning to boil, the potatoes had 10 minutes left, the table was mostly set. The glasses had scoops of vanilla ice cream chilling back in the freezer. It appeared that the Father’s Day trick dad taco meal would be a success.
I wrapped the asparagus in bacon, slinging bacon grease all over the counter and floor, the timer for the potatoes dinged, I turned off the oven and went to start the grill.
The grill would not start.
The sprinkling turned into rain and the detailed timed out plans were quickly crumbling.
Keith took a crack at starting the grill for grilled ‘tacos’, it did not start for him either.
We opted to pan-sear the steaks, (because we had no other choice) sticking the asparagus in the hot oven, the skillet was heated to smoking hot for the steaks. The kitchen, sitting room, dining room and family room all filled with smoke. The oven was not cooking the bacon (I HATE MY OVEN) the smoke had not yet set off the fire alarm, because the boys grabbed all the fans in the house and began opening windows. Rain was coming in the kitchen window as smoke billowed out. Oil splattered on the floor from the pan of steaks, they were a little crispy on one side. The bread did not go into the oven to warm, and a glass of root beer float fell on the dining room. The loaded part of the potatoes was still in the fridge. J set the meat to rest, I put the bacon asparagus in the hot pan to finish cooking. R almost slipped taking food from the kitchen to the dining room. My plans were shot and all I wanted to do was cry. R saw me leaning over the oven, and checked to see if I was okay. I sucked it up and declared that next year we really were having tacos they are much less stress.
Dinner was delicious, Keith was showered with love notes and gifts. Both J and E spent their own money to gift him with things they knew he could use or would love. Their sweet selfless love of their daddy touched my stressed heart!
We played a few games and even let him win!
What about you, any Fathers Day cooking disasters?
Go hug your kids, and maybe someday we can laugh about this disaster meal.
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