After Isaac's bath tonight, I casually mentioned that I was going to go heat something up for my dinner since J. and Isaac had already eaten. Isaac's lower lip started to quiver. "No!" he said. "No heating!" I knew where this was going.
It's going to be awhile before we eat turkey burgers again in this house.
I'll explain.
A few nights ago, I thought it would be fun to make healthy burgers, so I bought 1/2 lb of ground turkey thigh meat, 1/2 lb of ground turkey breast meat, added salt, pepper, chopped garlic and a little dried fennel (you can substitute ground dried coriander) and turned on the skillet to heat while I molded the turkey into patties. After about a minute, I added the olive oil, waited until it started to smoke just the tiniest bit, and plopped in the burgers.
Within seconds, the house was filled with the savory smell of garlic and turkey and warm olive oil. Yum. I washed my hands, opened the kitchen window and put the buns in the oven to toast.
I offer you all this detail just in case you're a fan of the turkey burger, and because, as I mentioned, I won't be making them for a while yet, so someone should enjoy my little recipe.
As the burgers cooked, the oil got hotter and hotter, and, before I knew it, our hyperactive smoke alarm went off. I turned off the heat and ran into the bedroom, where Isaac was standing rooted to the spot, his hands over his ears. "It's okay, sweetie," I said, "It's just the smoke alarm," as J. ran to open the back door. I grabbed a dish towel and waved it at the alarm, which finally, blessedly stopped.
Damn. We were just getting past all that fire drill crap.
So now we are on a daily regimen of "alarm in the house" social stories, and turkey burgers (which were delicious, by the way, and make sure to get the dark meat too so they're not too dry) are off the menu for a while.
My next challenge: to find some more light summer dishes that won't unduly traumatize my son.
Aw, man! Poor isaac! But, hey, thanks for the tip about the dark meat. I don't care for turkey burgers b/c I always think they are too dry; now I know why! LOL
Don't you just hate it when you go and accidentally undermine progress you've made? I had a moment like that last week...sigh.
Posted by: niksmom | June 24, 2008 at 08:59 AM
Fire alarms. Ugh.
The bane of Miss M's Kindergarten year.
Ruthless.
I hate turkey burgers, but you've intrigued me...
BTW...Happy Birthday to Isaac!
Posted by: drama mama | June 25, 2008 at 01:39 PM