I was roughing it Girl Scout style tonight, as I finished cooking lobsters, clams, mussels, shrimp, scallops, and a pasta side on my back porch.
You might wonder why I would do such a thing, as cooking outdoors, in December, is rather an odd thing to do. You might also wonder why we had so many dead sea critters for dinner, but I'll address the latter query later.
My wonderful stove, who has been incredibly reliable, decided that it wanted no part of making NYE dinner. It threw a tantrum, and blew the fuse halfway through my cooking adventure.
Upon braving the basement monsters, and attempting to flip the switch, and reset the fuse, I found that my efforts were in vain; it remained tripped, and would not allow me to fix it. I tried everything, including unplugging the stove for a bit. I have decided that I didn't want to add a house fire to my list of NYE problems (the first of which, involved locking my keys in the house earlier, and climbing through a window like a ninja), so I gave up.
DF and I brought out the trusty Coleman stoves, and set them up on the back porch. I managed to cook everything, and we had a great dinner.
Now, on to the pile of seafood for dinner... It is a Pennsylvania Dutch tradition to eat seafood NYE, and pork and sauerkraut New Years Day. I don't question it because it is a delicious tradition.
This story was brought to you by the letter O, as in OMG lobster is delicious nom nom nom.
"What is a man, if chief good, and market of his time be but to sleep and feed? A beast, no more." Hamlet