Last night, I went into the kitchen to give the cats a treat. Suddenly there was a sizzling and clanging and I turned to see the saucepan San Geraldo had left simmering on the stove, sending off clouds of steam. The lid was rattling and the contents were splashing and sputtering onto the cooktop.
In the few times I’ve cooked in the past, I never worked on a ceramic cooktop. I had experience with electric coils, but gas was my preferred medium (primarily because, when I burned anything, I could immediately turn off the heat).
“Jerry!” I yelled. “Something’s boiling over!”
I shifted the saucepan lid to the side to allow the heat to escape. I then started pressing the controls on the cooktop. But nothing happened. When Jerry (aka San Geraldo) came into the kitchen, I was obviously in a panic holding the lid in the air watching the mess bubble all over the cooktop.
Before patting me on the back, San Geraldo grasped the handle and slid the pan to the right to remove it from the hot burner.
Now, why didn’t I think of that? (And why does he leave me alone in the kitchen?!?)