David's uncle recently gave us a ton of catfish he caught on a recent fishing trip. I was stoked; I could try my hand at frying something...but, I had to first purchase a fry daddy.
So I bought the catfish batter and even a package to make hush puppies. We felt so confident in my frying abilities, we even invited our friends Kathryn and Phil over to try it.
And, it was a hit. I had immediately surged to the top of the cooking chain with my newly acquired skill of frying stuff.
So I tried it again this weekend. But this time, I did fried chicken legs and okra.
Again, a hit.
But the fry daddy was awfully dirty after, so I left it in the sink to soak; careful not to get it's electrical bits all wet.
But then, David did the dishes last night...
I woke up this morning and noticed an empty sink.
I quickly glanced at the dishwasher. The red "clean" light was on.
I opened the dishwasher.
And there was my fry daddy. On the top rack. Dripping wet.
Apparently, my husband had no prior knowledge of electrical equipment not being submerged in water.
I woke him at 7am this morning to ask him what in the hell he was thinking putting my fry daddy in the dishwasher??
"I didn't put the cord in."