Holy smokes

Let me preface this by saying that Chad is a very good cook. His specialties include breakfast, grilling, chili and seafood. He loves to try new recipes (unlike me, who tends to be a tried-it-and-liked-it-so-plan-on-it-every-other-week kind of cook) and everything he makes turns out well.

Except for the other night.

Chad brought home tuna from the store, which we make on occasion. A new recipe he found called for both butter and olive oil to saute the meat. I don't know what they were smoking--maybe literally--but that combination caused one holy mess.

As soon as the butter and olive oil went in the hot pan, rolls and rolls of smoke began escaping the kitchen. We had every window in the downstairs open, plus the ceiling fan going at full blast, and still could barely see (or breathe). Lucy escaped to the basement to wait it all out. The tuna turned out really well, but it took hours for the smell to subside.

We also learned that we need a new smoke detector. It didn't go off.