For the last month and a half I have been cooking dinner for my roommates every Monday night. I love the idea of a consistent dinner time for all of the six guys to get together and just enjoy good decent food and good company. I use a tiny kitchen in my apartment dorm room on campus which gives my cooking a nice college feel. Now that you’ve got the back story, here’s a story that most accurately describes my cooking style so far…
The plan was a simple pre-softball game dinner complete with burgers and fries. I had a few meetings and did not have much time to prepare or cook anything that needed a big time commitment (and most importantly we already had four pounds of ground beef). I used an onion, a green pepper, Grill Mates Montreal Steak seasoning, and I believe some garlic powder. I just chopped everything into tiny pieces and mashed the meat with all the other fixings. Then came the fun part.
I was using a grill pan similar to this one for the burgers (Ok, this exact one, THANKS MOM. But on a much worse stove top).
See what had happened was…I had to cook multiple batches of burgers and decided not to clean off the pan in between rounds. This resulted in a huge build up of burning grease and even more smoke. My entire dorm room filled with smoke almost immediately and we intelligently naturally opened the doors from our room to the hallway. Almost simultaneously, the hallway was a fog scene. I was on my fourth and last round of burgers when it really got out of hand. I just went with it in hopes of getting lucky. As I was finishing the last batch there was no alarm to be heard. I shut off the stove and put the pan in the sink to cool off (without turning on the water obviously). I was home free. No more smoke, delicious burgers and an upcoming intramural softball game. Life was good.
Fortunately, my friend roommate wanted to help out. He got a rag to wave near the smoke detectors (good idea) but ended up turning on the sink without realizing the tower of smoke that was coming off the pan (bad idea). Literally thirty seconds later the fire alarm in the room ENTIRE BUILDING was sounding. I sprinted out like a coward and went to the said softball game. Luckily, my roommates are much better men than me and stayed to watch the smoke clear, literally. After the firetrucks and policemen came and went, we all shared some delicious burgers with a healthy dose of laughter for dessert.
Lessons I learned from the fire night:
– It’s all about the final result, no matter what the costs
– Grill pans create a lot of smoke, which isn’t conducive to indoor cooking
– Don’t open the doors to the hallway
– Take responsibility for my cooking (good AND bad)