Friday, April 23, 2010

"Boiled" Spare Ribs

Tonight, Spatula Girl opened the BIG BOOK OF SPEL, uh RECIPES.


From it's hard-covered leaves, a mythical atmosphere of possibilities arose, to lend Spatula Girl, Power.

Flipping at lightning speed, her finger came to a stop at the corner of the Porky chapter. Scanning with superhuman eyes, Spatula Girl ran through ingredient lists till she found The One. The only ingredient list we could fulfill at least 90% of.

Barbecue Spare Ribs.



And so, she gathered her tools, laying them out with precision and care.


But all was not well with the night. A cold wind was blowing in from the West. Red Glove sniffed the air, feeling a tinge of... something. Unable to identify the source of her brain itch, Red Glove turned to watch Spatula Girl's lite mixing skills.

Which is when the first hint of impending doom hit the room. Mixed amongst the ingredients laid out by Spatula Girl, was a packet of Paprika! What foul magic was this! It defintely couldn't maybe not wouldn't shouldn't couldn't perhaps be Spatula Girl's own mistake. But anyway, just as we put that hick-up behind us, real disaster struck.

The words 'flameproof' somehow disappeared from Spatula Girl's vision when she was reading through the recipe, causing her to use a not-so-flameproof casserole dish on the stove.

A shout and a clang brought Red Glove rushing to the stove, where Spatula Girl was hyperventilating.


The sight of disaster proceeded to bring forth Red Glove's own Super Powers of Cleaning Up Messes! And with some newspaper, a cloth, and a whoosh, all was well once again in the world of SuperFoodyHeroes. (Except for the occasional fit of giggles and finger pointing)

In the end, being without a flameproof casserole dish, Spatula Girl improvised, as all good superheroes do, and decided to just boil the entire dish, mighty morphing it from Barbecued Ribs to Boiled Ribs.


But now, with the drama of having to re-create her dish, Spatula Girl was running late for SuperFoody Training. MasterChef was on TV at 7:30, and it was already 7:31. Ding ding ding!!! She called for the help of Red Glove to establish her plating specialty, and then flew off to Training!

With a heavy sigh, Red Glove lifted her SuperAss, and, cursing the Wicked Witch of the West who was the probable cause of the Bad Luck Wind, Red Glove plated and served dinner.


Yum

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