Another Adventure At My House

It was a cold and snow covered day.....

That is how this story should start out. I should add to it that my husband's father (Jerry) and his wife (Beverly) were here watching this entire show we put on.

We thought chili sounded really good. We got up in the morning and cooked the hamburger then added the beans, tomato sauce, chili powder, etc. Things were going right along in my oval crock-pot. I had even remembered to put in the crock-pot liner. Such a wonderful convenience and time saver. Things were looking good and if you got really close even started to smell good. I was feeling pretty happy about supper. Look at me, I am really on the ball today. It isn't even noon and I have supper ready to go. Tonight we just add crackers or whatever and we are enjoying a yummy supper.

After getting it all ready to go and cleaned up the area I asked one of my daughters to put away some clean dishes. Things were going fine until I heard a horrible crash. When I turned to look this is what I found.

Now, I know I mentioned the snow but I haven't mentioned the ice outside yet. Well, that is NOT ice in my chili. That is glass! Have you ever had child with broken glass instead of crackers? Me either. Don't want to try it either.


This used to be a lovely crock-pot with a big heavy glass lid. Can you see it? Where did it go? You are seeing it....in pieces. So sad. Such a great crock-pot...now without a lid. The glass pie plate fell out of the cabinet on top of the glass crock-pot lid. The good news is that the glass pie plate is just fine. Not a chip or scratch to be found anywhere.

When this glass hit Jerry's wife, Beverly said she felt something hit her. She was sitting in the next room at the table. Ugh! It really flew. Isn't it great that none of us were hurt by flying glass? I suspect the glass pie plate fell from about 3 feet up in the air. It was a big mess to clean up but it was finally done. Then I wondered what to do with all this chili. Before seeing the damage closely Michael's Dad, Jerry said, can't we just scoop it out? He was really looking forward to chili. (I will make you some next time but without the extra crunch!) As we looked at it he began to weigh the pros and cons in his mind of chili or a trip to the emergency room. Chili lost!

I thought that was enough craziness for one day but the event wasn't done yet.

I was so happy that I had my crock-pot liner in. I thought how easy this was going to be to dispose of as I pulled up the sides of the plastic liner. I grabbed a twist tie and tied up the bag very gently. I slowly and carefully placed the bag in the trash can. Afterwards, I pulled up the trash bag out of the trash can to take it out to the outside trash can. I was very careful so nothing would get ripped. As I pulled the trash bag up I saw chili running out of the trash bag. Ugh! The trash bag seam had come apart and now chili was pouring out of the bag in to my trash can and at this point all over the kitchen floor. What a mess! Now we began to cleanup mess #2. Oh my! My daughter, who shall remain nameless to protect her partial innocence had such a look on her face. Not another mess. Talk about the downtrodden. I am sure we were pitiful to look at. I looked around to see what kind of damage was done. Chili on the floor, in the trash can, splattered on the bottom of the cabinets, on our shoes, and on my pants. (Side note: No, there are no pictures of this. The frustration level had gone up too much to care about a photo.)

Well, no time to sit around crying over spilled milk, or chili. Time to get to work cleaning up this mess. Keep in mind we have an audience. A very sympathetic one but still. Of course, I think Jerry was still caught up in the fact that there was not going to be any chili for supper.

We finally finish cleaning this mess and look around. 'Nameless daughter' realizes that she is wearing her new favorite WHITE hoodie. Guess what it has on it now? Yep, nice red chili splatters. Good news, I realize that I also am wearing white. Had to chuckle to myself when I remembered the argument that I had earlier with myself. "Wear white or not? Oh, it will be ok. I will be careful when making the chili so it doesn't splatter on me. It will be alright."

Half way through this ordeal I was feeling like I was in an episode of "I Love Lucy". GRRR!!!

I asked my daughter, out of curiosity, what have we learned today? Her answer, "We need cabinet doors!"