In my rant and frustration

I got home late tonight after a couple of errands, but knew that I had a steak to cook. My hubby had taken it out of the freezer two days before, so it needed to be cooked.

For those of you that don’t know me, I’m not the greatest cook. I can follow a recipe and directions, but I’m not that great at coming up with my own cooking ideas. I got out the Betty Crocker cook book to see how long I would need to cook the steak in the oven on broil. (Hint: It would be really great if I had a meat thermometer….this would solve a lot of my cooking problems). Well, you have to know what cut of the steak you have, which of course, I didn’t. So, I went on a hunch. I set the oven to broil and waited for what seemed like forever for the darn thing to heat up. In the mean time, I got the broiling pan out from the drawer under the stove. Of course, they drawer fell off its tracks and I had a horrible time getting it back on.

Back to the cooking. I decided on the shortest amount of time so I didn’t over cook it. Ten minutes total, five on each side. Here’s where I make my cooking suggestion: Don’t even broil a steak that has any, and I mean ANY fat on it. The house got all smoky and the smoke detector went off several times. It really didn’t smell great either.

While it was cooking, I noticed that a tomato in the fruit/veggie bowl was starting to go bad. I have a habit of throwing the bad fruits and veggies far into the backyard for the rabbits, squirrels and chipmunks. Well, in all of the furry with the steak, I thought I was going to throw the tomato extra hard and extra far. I guess that was mistake number two for the evening. I threw the tomato underhanded, and it hit the overhang of the house. Because I threw it to hard, it splattered everywhere. So now, with the smoke detector going off inside, I had to grab a paper towel, and stand on a chair to get the tomato off of the house.

At least the steak turned out good. I just don’t know about my domestication skills yet!