I have great intentions. I make wonderful plans and have grand ideas. Yet, somehow, when it comes to executing those plans and making those ideas a reality, things just…fall apart.
We just finished up a revival with Bro. Tim Green this past week. Bro. Green has been to our church three times. We consider him a great friend. He is a man of God in every sense of the word and he is just like family to us. I have had him to our home many times and cooked many meals for him. He’s eaten my meatloaf, beef stew, roast, BBQ chicken, chicken with stuffing, tacos, and just about every other dish I make.This year, I wanted to make a something different for him. One meal I’d never served him was poppy seed chicken. It is a delicious recipe I got from a wonderful friend, but it is rather labor intensive. I decided to make it for him on Thursday. I got a late start, but tried not to let that ruffle me.
After 30 minutes of preparation, I popped it in the oven and went about with the other 1,743 things that I needed to do. The clock ticked and I could smell the yummy aroma of the chicken. Soon, however, the aroma shifted from a “cooking” smell, to a “burning” smell! I opened it the oven and saw that it was bubbling over into the bottom of my oven, but the chicken wasn’t burning. I thought, “Well, a little bit in the oven won’t hurt anything.” I closed the door and went on. Terry and Bro. Green had gone down to the church for something. As soon as they left, I noticed that black plumes of smoke were billowing from the oven! I opened the door and saw, through the smoke, that the spillage was more than I realized and it was really burning. I pulled the dish from the oven, spilling it on the oven door and myself.
Done or not, I had to take it out of the oven. I turned the oven off, turned the vent on above the stove. It’s just a little…I thought.
It didn’t take long to see it wasn’t just a little! Smoke was filling my house! I decided to try to remove some of the food from the bottom of the oven so that it would quit burning. I was going to scrape it off onto a cookie sheet that I had nearby. When I reached for the cookie sheet, it caught on the handle of my measuring cup – my glass measuring cup – and fell to the floor. It shattered into a million pieces. The kids were all wound up due to the excitement. Laci wanted to cross through the kitchen but she was barefooted, so I told her to stay put. At that moment, my barefooted Leslie raced past me, right through the shattered glass on the floor! I shrieked, thinking she had just sliced up her feet. Miraculously, she didn’t get a scratch.
In the midst of all the chaos – yep, you guessed it – came Bro. Green and Terry. Oh well. All I could do was warn them to hold their breath and watch their step. Terry helped me open up the house to get the smoke out. As the smoke went out, about ten flies came in! It took us until the next day to get all of them killed. I also spent the next day cleaning my oven. (Thank the Lord for Easy Off!)
I decided that all I could do was laugh. I even grabbed my camera and snapped a few photos. Hope you get a laugh, too.
aka Lucy 😉
2 thoughts on “Just Call Me "Lucy"”
you're a riot – if i'd known being married to you would be this much fun i'd have married when i first met you – because i heard that in arkansas you can marry at 14 as long as your at least second cousins….;) tb2
Bless your heart!!!