I’ve officially been living in our house for 25 hours, and while we did heat up frozen chicken and spring rolls last night, we cooked our first official meal together tonight…with only a mild catastrophe!
We decided to make tostones (fried, smushed chunks of plantain) which we learned to make on our honeymoon, elotes (mexican street corn), fried cotija (the best cheese ever), and steak! Joe manned the grill, while I worked on the flavoring for the corn and frying the plantains and cheese. Seems simple enough, right?
Wrong. Having never fried anything before in my entire life, I assumed the oil needed to be boiling before frying anything. 10 minutes passed, then 20, then 30, as I continued to turn up the heat waiting for it to boil. Joe had been popping his head in from outside every so often, and when I was hitting the 35 minute mark with oil on the stove, he mentioned it was looking a little smoky. As if on cue, the smoke alarm started singing the song of its people…so while Joe was frantically trying to 1) locate the smoke alarm and 2) turn it off, I shut off the stove, grabbed the pot, and quickly brought it outside to our (wooden) deck. I didn’t learn until later that I also sloshed the oil around while frantically bringing it outside, and ended up with a few little dots of oil burns. Oops.
Oops number 2 came when, after successfully turning off the smoke alarm, Joe said “you didn’t put the pot on the deck, did you?” Oops.
Luckily the pot only left a little burn mark on the deck, and after letting it cool for a good 10 minutes on the concrete, we brought it back inside…and it was still hot enough to fry 8 of our 12 plantain chunks without even turning the stove back on.
The rest of dinner prep went quite smoothly…I now know the proper way to fry things, and our house is still standing – good news considering we have yet to get renter’s insurance (I’ll do that tomorrow)! Another plus? Our dinner was SO delicious – and totally worth a slightly bumpy first go at frying 🙂
Now pardon me, as I finish this glass of champagne and slather my finger in Burt’s Bees Res-Q Ointment – I’ve had this tin since maybe 7th grade, and only recently discovered how amazing it is at curing all sorts of maladies.