The other night I thought it would be a good idea to cook dinner for my host grandparents. So I met Dan at the grocery store and we went to fetch all of the ingredients. Making chicken enchiladas and finding all of the correct ingredients in an African supermarket was a challenge. It took about two hours of shopping, walking, and scavenging for ingredients we ended up with everything we needed. We bought olives in a bag and cream of chicken soup in a packet. A little different then what we were use to but we made it work. Then the funny part…I was wondering why the oven did not go past like 260 degrees. So I thought that I would just turn it all the way up. A few minutes after that I tripped the breaker in the house! My Granny turned the oven down and then said it would cook even if it were not all the way up. In my mind I was worried because the recipes said to cook it at 350. Those of you who know me, know that I like things to be perfect and just the way it should be. But I figured Granny knew best so I left it. Well about 15 minutes after I put the enchiladas in I was so surprised that the cheese was melting so fast. Then about 10 minutes later while I was looking at pictures with Granny and G-pa I realized, I am an idiot! I interrupted them and asked if the ovens here use Celsius or Fahrenheit. Um ya its Celsius and Stepho gets the dumb a$$ award! I went running to the oven and I caught it just in time. They were only a bit burnt. That is a lesson learned!
2 comments:
I am glad the Enchiladas did not burn. Hope they liked your hard work.
Not so dumb- you figured it out before dinner was a loss. Smart if you ask me.
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