"Hey love," says ballistabob "Have you heard about that show, So You Want to be a Superhero?"
"The one by Stan Lee? Where people dress up like heroes and compete to get their character featured in a comic book? I have heard of it, but have never watched it."
"Well," he says. "I caught some reruns this afternoon while I was packing, and it is hysterical."
"Yeah. And Season 2 starts today."
With that in mind, I went to the kitchen and prepared the picadillo for Mexican Night at Pennsic. Salsa, potatoes, ground beef, the works, and left it simmering on the stove.
It was supposed to simmer only till the potatoes got cooked through. Approximately 20-30 minutes.
"Hey, love!" bellows the Ballistabob. "It's starting! Come watch it with me! You're going to love it!"
And so it begins . . .
The show is so bad as to be worth watching. The script is silly, the costumes are worse, and the whole thing is like a trainwreck. You just can't take your eyes off the goddamn thing.
I loved it.
An hour later, Ballistabob goes to the kitchen for a glass of water, and I am still sitting in the couch embroidering my jacket and watching the previews for the next show.
"Hey, love," says Ballistabob. "Do you want me to turn off the stove? Your picadillo has been bubbling for a while."
By now, a lovely smell of burned beef is permeating the entire kitchen. Pretty soon, it will be the entire house.
"Damn! Turn it off! Turn it off!"
Bob turns it off while stirring it and saying: "I think I can save it!"
"Don't stir it! It will only spread the burned flavor to the rest of . . . Never mind . . ."
So my picadillo for Pennsic is ruined, and my house smells like burned food all over.
Damn you Stan Lee!
You and the hovercraft you rode on!
Now I will have to start all over again, but that will have to wait till we come back from Land Grab weekend.
PS. I can't believe we are DVRing the whole damned series.
PPS. Don't tell anyone we're watching it.