All this food talk and then the mention of lamb though I don't know what suede is, assuming it's gravy, got me thinking about my first time cooking lamb.
Prior to this adventure I had never tried lamb. Okay, so my 1st wife and I are at the store and they have a rack of lamb for sale. I mentioned I had never eaten lamb so we get it. A short time later my birthday comes around and I only had a half-day workday. I get home and I think, wow we can have the lamb but I don't have a clue on how to cook it so I call my wife at work. She says find a cookbook and I said okay.
Well, my grandmother had a number of cookbooks and just a note, no internet back then - stone age. Anyway, I go thru her cookbooks about 20 of them and only find one lamb recipe and with my luck it was rack of lamb - exactly what we had purchased.
So I go and prep the lamb, turn the oven on, wait for it to heat at the right temp and decide to call the W to tell her what I've done. She said okay,
I put the lamb in the oven and leave to go into the den and do something. About 25 minutes later I hear a rustling noise and think it's the dogs playing outside - My nose was stuff up so I couldn't smell the lamb cooking.
I look outside thru the patio door and the dogs are sleeping in the driveway. I walk into the kitchen and whammy the oven looks like the building from the 70's movie "Towering Inferno".
I walk over to the gas valve and shut off the gas to the stove and the only thing I could use to put out the fire was baking soda which I did.
By this time the entire house was full of smoke and I ended up opening everything up and got fans blowing.
By the time the major smoke was out of the house I walked back to the kitchen and took the rack of lamb out of the oven and was going to feed it to the dogs. But I decided that not cutting it up would result in a dog fight.
As I began cutting it up, I took notice that once you got past the charcoaled outside, that the insides were cook just right and ended up cutting it up to eat.
A short time later my wife arrived home from work and saw me and a neighbor sitting on the porch. She asks what are you doing and I responded letting the house air out - the lamb and stove caught on fire. She says did you follow
the recipe and I said yes and did it EXACTLY how I told you on the phone.
She says what pan did you use? And I responded What pan, it was rack of lamb and I laid it on the rack.
Ended up having a cook birthday dinner and the insurance company replaced the oven.
Learn two things, one is that wives sometimes don't listen to what you're saying and secondly lamb is the most greasy food.
