The other night I heard something come matter-of-factly out of my dear teen daughter’s mouth I never thought I would hear.
”Dad, I’ll need some help getting the meat off the door hinge.”
I had been working later than normal that night and Alvis was hungry. So she decided to cook a full spaghetti dinner (it was ymmers btw) instead of waiting for me to get home and cook as I typically do.
So she did.
The post culinary creation in the kitchen was quite high with pots, pans, etc. So as I looked at it upon coming home, she assured me that she would be cleaning it up shortly (I later helped), but wanted to know she did experience some meat-loss during the meatball production process.
Apparently one escaped in the forming process and fell down the cabinet front clipping a cabinet door hinge in the process.
By the time we got to cleaning the meaty bit had dried enough to be popped off the hinge with no fuss. A spray down with some bleach countertop disinfectant spray sealed the deal.
That’s my Alvis…