Kinda funny story related to cooking here. A fine dinner is how I began to woo Mrs. Kat when we started dating. I picked up some nice New York Strip steaks and a couple of lobster tails, and had the future Mrs. Kat come over for dinner at my Dad's home (I was house sitting for him that week). Dad gave me free reign to use either his charcoal or gas grill. I chose the gas one, as I had a "smoke box" that I could put mesquite chips in, and regulate heat and the intensity of the smoke at the same time.
Dad didn't tell me that the igniter on his gas grill was broken and did not work. Apparently, I didn't let the grill air out long enough before I tried to light the grill with a long fireplace match. BAROOOOOOOM! Giant fireball erupts. I must have had the fastest reaction time known to man, as I escaped injury. Anyway, I quit shaking long enough to cook a fantastic meal with the steak, lobster, baked potatoes and a nice salad. The future Mrs. Kat arrives and we have a great time. As she's leaving to go back to work (she was working nights as a peace officer at the time), she tells me, "You must have had a hell of a time with the grill. Look at your arms."
All of my arm hair was singed off from the fireball. I felt like the hugest dork on the planet at that exact moment. But, she saw through all that and still decided to marry me.
I still cook, but we have the local fire department on standby now.
