Cooking... story of my life

So, as most of you know, I am not an expert chef, and that is not my greatest desire, but I am generally happy when I'm able to cook something and it turns out to be good (Or so Jacob tells me). These last two nights I thought I would try something I've never done before, as easy or traditional as they may be. I just thought I'd share my experiences with you:

MEATLOAF: Night #1

I mentioned trying to make this a few weeks ago and Jacob got really excited. Of course, it takes me a few weeks to get around to actually trying it, so two nights ago he was gone and I thought I'd give it a go. I mixed it all up, as disgusting as it looked, and threw it in the oven to cook. I was clearing off my dishes to throw in the dishwasher, it doesn't really clean it, just sanitizes. As I was washing one of my favorite mixing bowls, I went to put it in the dishwasher, but it slipped out of my hand, fell a whopping two inches onto the counter, and cracked perfectly in half. Amazing. Not only is this bowl perfect for mixing things for me and Jacob since it's so small and there are only two of us, but it was from our wedding. Being the pregnant and semi-irrational person I seem to have become, I was angry for about an hour at nothing in particular, so I grabbed one of our Jone's soda's and had at it. Thank goodness Jacob liked the meatloaf, because I discovered/remembered upon taking my first bite, that I did not.

SWEET AND SOUR CHICKEN: Night #2

So the next night rolls around and I'm feeling pretty good and in the mood to cook, and I really want Asian food. I found a recipe for it that looked SUPER easy, and I had all the ingredients, which is rare, so I thought I'd go for it. Sadly enough, I did not have the right size mixing bowl because of the prior night's events, but I made due. So I mixed up the sauce, and set it on the stove to boil, as the directions say. I turned around and was getting the chicken ready to put on the stove, and turned around just in time to see the contents of my sauce boiling over. Now, this may not seem too bad, but it was. I quickly removed the pot from it's location to a cooler spot and turned off the stove, but a majority of the sauce had already spilled over, and then it got awesome. It's an electric stove, and so even when you turn off the heat right away it takes a while to cool down. Because so much had spilled over, it started to smoke. And not just a little smoke, LARGE, DARK clouds of smoke! It very quickly filled up the house, even though we opened the doors and turned on the fans, and very soon after, the fire alarm went off. Again, amazing. All the residents got really confused and kept trying to do things (like shut the door) while me and the worker were trying to clear the smoke to get the fire alarm to go off! And where is Jacob? At school. So I'm freaking out, because the sprinkler system is supposed to go off, thankfully it didn't. But it took us a good ten to fifteen minutes to get that loud, screeching alarm to stop. And go figure, right as we're about done, who walks in the door? My wonderful husband. By this time I'm not a happy camper and on the verge of a breakdown, and he asks me why I didn't turn off the fire alarm. Needless to say, I decided not to answer that one. Partly because he couldn't have heard over that ridiculously loud alarm, the other part... goes for itself. Well, it finally turned off, and what did I do? I grabbed our last Jone's soda, and drank it. Thankfully the meal turned out well.

So, here's to hoping that I have no more cooking excursions like that, because I finished off the last of our Jone's soda.