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.