Look at my boys in the kitchen! Yesterday, while I lounged on the couch, recovering from Cloverfield and my motion sickness, my Hunny and Little Guy made dinner. Hunny here is shaking a marinade, while Little Guy expresses how pleased he is to work side by side with dad doing manly food prep. Aren't they a handsome pair? They prepared a turkey breast, cooked in a most manly fashion, in the rotisserie oven.
The Hunny reminded me how happy I was to have the rotisserie. I love it so much that it has been sitting way up high, collecting dust, since we moved. When Hunny initially ordered it for me as a surprise, he was in the middle of remodeling my kitchen in Florida and had sat up one too many nights watching Ron Popeil infomercials while painting cabinets, inhaling paint fumes. I came home, after a week at a sewing conference, to a beautiful new kitchen and the news that I would soon be the proud owner of a rotisserie. Woohoo!
Days of waiting turned in to weeks. At the six week mark I called the company and asked if my shipment had been lost, blown up, maybe eaten by velociraptors (I don't know where they make these things). They told me that they only ship when they get enough orders to make a new batch, so mine would be a bit. I told them, very kindly but firmly, to cancel my order and refund my money. They then countered with a 10% discount. Sold!
At the next six week point I called back. Where's my freakin' rotisserie? I calmly asked. About to be shipped - really, was the response. Okay, definitely cancel my order and give me back my money now. Grr. But! They were going to give me another 10% discount! AND they'd throw in all kinds of extras! Like a five year warranty! Alright, alright, I'll do it. Just send me the danged rotisserie oven already.
I really do like the oven. But now that I have a smaller kitchen and much less counter space, there's no place to put the darn thing. And for me, out of sight is out of mind. Fortunately the Hunny remembered it existed and asked where it was. Well, I know exactly where everything is. I just forget we actually HAVE things if I can't see them.
I gotta tell ya, that turkey breast was to die for. He rubbed it with a little olive oil and applied a little poultry rub. It was tender, moist and delicious. We all dove in for seconds. Mmmmm. And the Little Guy loved it the most, In fact, as he was going up the stairs lasts night to bed, he said, "Thanks for asking me to cook with you, Dad." Now how sweet is that? I think I'm going to let my guys cook more often.
Until I write again ...
I'm the same way. I have so many appliances that I never use because I forget about them. Hubby got me a bread machine ages ago that we love, but collects more dust than yeast. :( Did you know your current kitchen is larger than any of mine have ever been? I'm definitely getting a larger kitchen in my next house.
So cool that you have manly chef-types in your home. :)
Wow. You definitely need a house with a decent kitchen. Display that bread maker proudly.
I typically hate new kitchen appliances. There are some gadgets that I love having, but large pieces of electronic equipment in the kitchen seem unnecessary. That's why I was eager to stop my order. But I like the rotisserie.
I think a bread maker is one of those appliances I'd actually like to own. I'll put it on my Amazon wish list. :)
If you do that, also look up "Electric Bread". There are some really cool bread recipes in that one. :)
Having a bread machine is really nice. There's nothing like the smell of fresh bread. They are easy too. You can get ready-made mixes (or start from scratch) and set the machine on a timer to have it ready for you first thing in the morning, or just in time for the dinner table.
I can almost smell it. :)
Can you name the movie the post title comes from? "Shh, You smell that?"
Hmmm... nope. Sorry.
I'll wait and see if anyone else knows. It's one of Chris' favorites.
Wow, what a treasure you stumbled upon. Men cooking, and enjoying it! Definitely "allow" them more kitchen time in the future. ;)
There should be a caption above your son's head that says, "I am not impressed." I'm sure he was once he tasted the food, he just doesn't look that way at the moment the picture was taken!
Oye. I have a graveyard for kitchen gadgets in one of my cabinets. So much stuff is shoved in there that I can't get anything out without removing it all. So I don't.
LOL!!! I watched MIL go thru so many different appliances and give me many of them when she'd tire of them. I started turning them down after awhile. Too much!
And Karen, I change the quote in the header with every post, so check out the one for this one. :)
Sweet! I love it when a plan comes together. The hubs really wants one of those things but I keep turning him down for that exact reason!!
Well, the Hunny has nearly convinced me to find the outdoor outlet and use the rotisserie on the porch during the summer. It really does a fantastic job. Okay, but I don't like cleanup. But it came with some really cool, industrial strength, insulated gloves!
*Giggle!* I loved the whole anecdote.
Your husband may have ordered a rogue rotisserie, but mine buys cleaning implements. He doesn't actually use them beyond swishing them around a couple of times to see how they work. As a result, we have some bizarre Swiffer gadgets, a battery-powered scrubber and a bottle of something called Poop-A-Way.
I suppose I should try some of these things out. Maybe if he buys a rotisserie and cooks something marvelous, I'll have the strength to do so.
I'll trade you my George Foreman grill for that rotisserie ...
You are so lucky! Your men bond over a relatively safe rotisserie!
Mine? Open flame on the grill outside.
Con: OPEN FLAMES.
*sigh* Its gotta be a guy thing. They all love it.
Tanya - Poop a Way? For real? That's great! Where on earth did he get that? I hope that doesn't mean there's been ample opportunity to use such a product.
lil bro - said MIL gave me one of those grills for Christmas one year. It ranked just a little higher than the fire extinguisher on my list of favorite gifts. I gave it away. Sorry. :) But you'd have the counter space for a rotisserie.
Sports Mama - mine love camping for that very reason. The Little Guy usually gets to tend the fire. Yes, a bizarre guy thing.
The movie, BTW, is Ghost Busters.
Do not be sad your MANY haikus didn't win - you get a gold star for effort!!!
Doesn't that make you feel much better? :-)
It's not often you get a gold star! Thanks Hallie!
ooooh! I'd like to find some poop away... whatever it is!
I peeked at the bottle; what we actually have is an imitation product, Poop-Off:
We have birds. There is indeed a great deal of feces around here, both literal and figurative.
Well the bird problem makes sense. I have a feeder on the back porch and th sparrows are insane! They fight constantly and poop everywhere! And in the summer, when my vegetables are coming up? Don't get me started!!!
We thank you for the link. :)
Oh. It's for indoor birds. Silly me.
That really would have come in handy in high school when I had a mockingbird in the house. Loose. In my bedroom.
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