Cooking mishap for Megan

I forgot to add another cooking mishap for Megan.  Poor kid is going to have all this stuff that people know that she wishes they didn't, but I think it's cute.  So, for those who read, please don't tease her. 

First of all I want to say that Megan really does a good job of cooking, but like all of us learning something she makes mistakes along the way.  She is learning a lot of cooking this summer and as a result has a higher concentration of mishaps than she would under normal circumstances.

Now for the story...
I was busy chatting with a friend onlie whom I hadn't chatted with for quite some time and asked her to make rice casserole for dinner.  For those who don't know what rice casserole is, it's made of rice, hamburger and corn then topped with cheese.  Pretty simple dish.  Anyway, so I ask her to get out a package of hamburger from the freezer, tell her how to defrost it in the microwave and continue on with my chat.

Without too much convincing she gets up and does what I ask.  Sometimes this convincing is a task unto itself, pretty normal.  So, she comes back later and says that the meat is still fairly frozen on one side.  I tell her to flip it over and run it a different amount of time for defrost in the microwave, which she does.  She comes in and tells me that it's still frozen after the second try.  Now I'll admit I'm not paying as much attention to this as I should have, I should realize at this point that something isn't right, but I'm really enjoying my chat and I just tell her to put it in the pan anyway and, as it fries, it will defrost what's left and it'll be just fine.

She comes back several minutes later and says that it's not coming apart-I can't think of why this wouldn't work as I've repeated this exact process literally hundreds of times before, maybe thousands.  Still, I tell her to keep working on it and I go back to my conversation.  I tell her she might want to turn up the heat ever so slightly.  We have a gas stove, so you don't want to turn it up too much as it makes a big difference.

She comes in about 5 minutes later and says that the meat just isn't coming apart and asks if she can cut it with a sharp knife.  Now I'm really starting to realize that something is wrong, though for the life of me I can't figure out what that may be.  So with great annoyance I get up from the chat I'm having and head into the kitchen.  When I reach the kitchen I look in the pan and immeadiately two things happen.  I now understand why the meat isn't working like it should and I begin laughing hysterically, I'm talking about instant tears in my eyes from laughing so hard.

By now you're probably wondering, what did I find?  Well, poor Megan had gotten out the wrong type of meat, she had picked out a package that contained two steaks and was actually frying them up.  I laughed and laughed.  I had to help her fix it of course and we had rice casserole anyway.

The steaks went into the refrigerator.

So there you have another cute story about Megan, who is full of cute and funny stories, though she doesn't realize it most of the time...