Today I made this awesome marinade for a $20 tri-tip we bought this weekend - half an onion, a whole bulb of garlic (maybe 8 cloves?), soy sauce, pineapple juice, Rooster Sauce and some red wine vinegar. I let it marinate all day, lovingly flipping it around in the fridge so that the meat would be evenly coated. I had visions of left over trip-tip sandwiches dancing my my head. Little meat sandwiches with wings. What can I say? I like me some red meat.
My sweet, amazing, handsome Husband (a.k.a. The Grill Master in this house) pre-heated our grill, oiled it with the coconut oil spray we use and put the juicy piece of meat on to sear. While the meat was cooking, he decided to clean the outside of said grill and asked for a rag and got the can of cleaner out.
And then he got distracted and sprayed the meat with the cleaner instead of the coconut oil. And then our dinner caught on fire. And the end.
For some reason, this unfortunate meat event really tickled me. I quoted Martha Wilson and said, "I'll make us some sandwiches." (Brownie points if you know what I'm talking about.) I am immeasurably happy to be at home with my three boys doing normal life things. Laundry. Breakfasts. Wiping buns all day and getting overwhelmed sometimes. This quiet life is really the best life ever. Flaming pieces of dinner meat and all.