i'm still pissed. I was making a raspberry reduction and I reached for the honey to give it a nice glaze and to cut through some of the tartness. my hand went out, and instead of the honey, it was my goddamn sesame oil. RUINED!! FUCK!! So while trying to scramble for a new sauce, I left the potatoes in the oven to long. they didn't burn, they dried out and got papery. Horrible texture. I'm so mad, I haven't screwed up in the kitchen this bad in ages.
kitchen accidents can happen to anybody. Today I made tomato sauce for my spaghetti and accidently I added salad sauce so now my tomato sauce tasts a bit like salad sauce lol
DAMMIT!! TWO NIGHTS OF DINNER DISASTER!! so I was going to make chili-rubbed tilapia and a summer salad of green beans, yellow squash, cherry tomatoes and my picked onions. I get a message that we're having two people crash with us tonight, instead of one. So I was asked to go get wings. I get back home and I have a message that now, no one is coming and I'm out 35 bucks and ass deep in 50 wings. screwing with my food plans is a serious offense. being a flake just means you suck.
You can cook for me anytime! I know what you mean about making plans and having them ruined by others. Funny thing it took me a long time to learn: Other people don't like the food I like as much as I do. This even stopped me from opening a local restaurant. The people around here don't want/nor can they appreciate food other than hot dogs, burgers and fries (or a burrito). Their idea of a fancy splurge is steak and potato. Make 'em some fancy European or Asian cuisine and they're looking at it asking where the meat and potatoes are. So I've decided NOT to cook for "friends" anymore. Visitors can take me out to dinner!
I know how you feel. I cooked all the time for my family back home, but I moved in with my fiance and his parents and it's taking me forever to get my bearings in their kitchen, even with all the culinary toys I brought from home. Some of it was circumstantial, but other stuff was just human error, and I was starting to get really paranoid that they were going to think I can't cook... Things finally came together when they brought 5 live lobsters home and I took one of them and made my first lobster bisque. It came out perfectly, and we all still had our own lobsters to eat. I just cut up the leftovers and threw them in the soup and we had it the next day. Then I made two goose pot pies to bring over to his brother's house (who vehemently insisted he would never eat such a thing) and he had three slices. Tonight I made his aunt's birthday meal: tuna noodle casserole. Nothing fancy by any means, but it is my own customized recipe. I doubled it and it came out great. Then after the party, I saw all the soft tomatoes laying around (we literally have two buckets and a radio flier full) and decided to make fresh herbed tomato soup. Came out amazing. I find it very disheartening when I have a string of bad culinary luck. I try to go back to what I really know works and leave experimenting for when I'm feeling more adventurous. Try not to let it get you down. You know you rock at it, and chances are, so does everyone else (and the rest can get bent, lol).
