I think cavemen knew what they were doing when they grilled their food over a camp fire...they had fire back then, right? Anyway, Amy and I purchased a double burner hot plate 3 days ago. In the world of kitchens, this is the equivalent of a double-wide trailer. It's no penthouse, but it's real nice! We brought it home, I plugged it in, and it worked. Perfect. So the next day I went to boil a pot of water to pour into our water filter. This was a momentous occasion. Not only was I trying out the new hot plate, but I was also using our new pot and water filter.
First, as the pan heated up, it began shaking and vibrating like an earthquake. Then I noticed water leaking out of the side of the pan at the point where the screw attaches the handle. No problem...I just won't use the top 2 inches of the pan. But then I decided that it would be a good idea to touch the base of the hot plate, just to make sure it didn't get dangerously hot and would be safe to have little kids (or Amy) be around it. Upon carefully placing the tips of my fingers on the side of the frame, something shocking happened. I completed the circuit. A sizable amount of electricity surged up my arm. And if that wasn't wretched enough, the crummy thing stopped working about 2 minutes later! It's broken! Our brand new double wide!
I've decided that it's probably best to opt for a grelha e carvão (grill and charcoal). After all, I was the grill-master at 1011 State Street.
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Yea you were the grill master! Mmm... those were some of the best burgers ever... let alone at 7am after you woke everyone up with the banging pots and pans! :-) GO BLUE!
Adrian wanted us to mail you a hot plate as a treat (you had mentioned it earlier on that you wanted one)... but then we realized that mailing a hot plate from Memphis to Mozambique would cost like $200 and you might not even get it until Christmas.
I wanna skype, too. I wamt a webcam so we can see eachother!
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