I usually do ok in the kitchen. Sometimes quite well, others less, but nearly always, at least ok.
I planned last night's dinner at the last minute, which is not how I usually do things. I always have a menu for the week, all the necessary ingredients and all that. But I wasn't in the mood for the meal I had planned for last night and I had a couple of spare duck thighs in the fridge. So I decided to cook those with some shallots and potatoes and apples and raspberry vinegar. Excellent ingredients and I usually know how to cook, so what could go wrong? Well, I'm not sure. But it was nasty. I'm suprised anyone ate it. Seriously. The apples melted (I put them in too early), the potatoes weren't tender enough (too late) but they somehow mangaged to render the sauce really starchy. Yuck. The thighs shrunk down to half their size, the skin wasn't crispy in the least (took the lid off too late), and the vinegar just tasted vinegary and not saucy.
I'm supposed to be making mustard-crusted chicken tonight, but I'm feeling pretty chicken myself. I may just order Indian take-out.
7 comments:
No. You get right back on that horse and make a yummie supper for all to enjoy.
No, NO! After all of your foody posts, it is clear that you are quite the chef - and all experts have a bad day or week - so my dear Nicole, yesterday's mishap makes you, what we call, human.
I vote for MCD for the boys. The only time I know they eat right is when we are there.
You know one of our family mottos is "This is either going to be really good or it's really going to suck".
It happens.
Eric - You're right. Although now I'm craving Indian so I'm going to have to do something different with the chicken.
Beth - After yesterday's dinner, I don't think the word chef is appropriate!
Zeb - yeah right.
Charlie - OOOOHHHH. I like that new word. Dook. What should it mean?
Lorraine - Excellent motto. I'll remember it next time 1+1 does not = 2
You better enjoy having total control of the boys minds because they will get older and will listen to their favorite uncle. You what a pain I can be.
Zeb - EVERYONE knows what a pain you can be.
Christi - same one. But I ended up making an Indian thing with the chicken. It was good.
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