Last night, my beloved can opener decided to go to Can Opener Heaven. While it had a good run, I was not ready to see it go. I am a stage 5 can-opener clinger. We spent many of our days together – breakfast, lunch, and dinner. *Insert picture of myself and can opener running in a field in slow motion together* I desperately needed it to open cans that I was using to complete the meal I was preparing last night. Without having a car of my own, there was no way for me to get to the store in time. Not to mention, I have the patience of an immature three-year-old.
After struggling in agony for several long minutes (turning the level of drama up to 11 at this point) for “plans” on how to get my can of tomatoes open, and tossing out several ideas, I decided to do what any starving woman would do at this point and go “ham”. I won’t go into further definition of what “ham” means, but it required me to shank a can of tomatoes. They didn’t stand a chance. I decided….without any other options available….to literally stab a can of tomatoes. Whatever picture you have in your head right now is most likely accurate. While the effect was somewhat desired, it did not work out completely like I had hoped it would. I was able to get the tomato juice out of the can, but not the actual tomatoes. Dinner came out well, but could have been better. I give the idea of shanking tomato cans a 3 out of 5 on the good idea list (although I do give myself points for innovation).
End result of my almost-ruined-by-thwarted-tomato-can-casserole:
Have you ever had to do some interesting improvising when it comes to cooking?