Friday Fuck Ups: How Do You Say Fire in French?
I think Friday Fuck Ups should officially be just called Liza Fuck Ups. Yes, I did this. I caught the brie on fire… And yes, I did this twice in one week… I know…So Vio was hosting an appetizer party to go along with watching top chef, and I decided to bring over a round thing of brie, and top it with crushed pecans and brown sugar – YUM RIGHT! I wanted it to be ooey gooey fresh out of the oven, so I brought it over to Vio’s to heat up there.
My directions said to stick it in the broiler for 3-5 minutes, so I stuck it in, went into the living room and chatted, came back into the kitchen opened up the broiler and OMG!! FLAMES!!! MY BRIE WAS ON FIRE!!! I just sort of sat there staring, not sure what to do, then I mildly shouted umm the brie is on fire! Fire!
Thank GOD Vio came in and dumped flour on it (as you do with a greese fire I learned) and the flames went out immediately! That could have been VERY VERY bad!!! Not only had I ruined the brie but I had completely smelled up my friends house (and then I proceded to spill not 1, but 2 beers on her rug).
6 days later…
My mom, dad and sister Adrienne came to my apartment for Thanksgiving and I wanted to cook them a feast with appetizers and all. I want to make the pecan brown sugar covered brie again, because the idea of it sounded so good. I thought, well maybe it was just Vio’s broiler… maybe in mine the brie will be fine!
I put my sister to work on the brie, hoping that if something happened she could be to blame, but she was too smart for me because she put it in the oven. Well I decided no, it says the broiler, let’s put it there, and BAM within literally 30secs, Brie IS ON FIRE AGAIN!
Luckily I caught it early so this one was saved – and my mom told me to just call it Brie Flambe (is that how you spell it!)
Note to self – don’t put cheese in the broiler.