chickenventure 2 epilogue.

[unbibium]

I just checked, and, oops, some of the linoleum tile is stuck to the bottom of my cast-iron skillet.

I was going to give this to my brother's grandchildren.

Oh well, I need a new one anyway.

So, to eat three fried drumsticks, it cost me enough money for nine drumsticks, a lot of shortening and flour, my apartment's damage deposit, and my cast-iron skillet.

Because I didn't test my thermometer before starting, I didn't get my money's worth out of my ingredients.

Because I both forgot to turn the heat off when I was done, the shortening started smoking, and the smoke detector started barking. I should have moved it to an unused burner, but because I didn't want the smoke detector to keep barking, I tried to move it outside. And because it was full of hot oil, it sloshed onto the floor and into my sock. And because I was most interested in preserving my feet, I sacrificed my pan and my apartment floor.

Comments

[sunburn.livejournal.com]

Smoke alarms are just noise-- though they have the capability, they're not commonly hooked to anything central. Even if they are, just give it a small twist to unlock it and gank it off the ceiling. Toss it in another room, or something. Or if you don't have a chair handy to get it down, then fan it with something until it shuts up.

So the other burner is your best option, and of course you always deal with the heat and the oil before you deal with the smoke detectors.