Electric skillets are perhaps the most convenient cooking tool ever invented. They're large, so they hold plenty of food -- I can fit four quarter-pound hamburger patties in my skillet, as opposed to barely three in the cast-iron pan -- and they are extremely easy to clean. Also, they double as deep fat fryers, as Ashley and I have found out, much to our delight. Chinese food is our preferred fried meal, and she has perfected the art of homemade crab rangoons. Surprisingly enough, the recipe for wonton wrappers is quite simple, but even so, we have been hunting for pre-packaged ones for some time now, just to test the frying difference - if any. We used them tonight, all fifty of them, and they turned out quite nicely. Store-bought wrappers are thinner than we can roll them out, so they fried up a tad crispier, and weren't as tough. We have a ginormous Pyrex bowl in the fridge of leftovers, which, when a good friend of mine from work came to hang out with us on his lunch break, (I was off tonight), Ashley offered him some. The conversation went like this.
Ashley: "We have crab rangoons."
Phil: "What?"
Ashley: "..."
The look on my wife's face was one of sheer panic, and she immediately looked at me in desperation. I can only imagine her thought process was something like this: "He didn't understand! What do I do?!" I finally answered for her when it became apparent that she was too tired to respond on her own. We all got a humongous laugh out of it.
I like my nights off, and I love having a wife who is funny both intentionally, and unintentionally. The former more often than the latter, which is good for me, because I get in trouble less for making fun of her that way.
