And honestly, I really don't feel that badly about it because it was just so bad that it was funny -- if i can't deliver dinner, at least I can deliver a laugh. It seemed like the perfect night to make dinner. It was cold and snowy and both and M. and I would be home at a decent time.
Before leaving work, I scoured the internet for a simple, yet refined chicken dish that could be made on the stove top. I found a few options all involving rosemary, garlic, lemon, white wine and olive oil. What could go wrong? Apparently a whole lot.
I would say the number one thing I learned is that at this early stage in my domesticity, I must follow a recipe to the tee and not just fumble around with the ingredients, tossing various amounts of various things into the sizzleing pan.
Oh, also, make sure you cook with chicken all the way through. Yes, that's a very important thing to remember. Do not serve raw meat to fiance...especially if he has a gastro disease.
But anyways, it all started off dandy. I poured myself a glass of wine and got going. But one thing led to another -- too much lemon juice, not enough heat and boom, you got yourself a barely edible dinner.
M. was such a trooper and really tried to eat it. I on the other hand, took a bite or two and then forfeited the meal, opting for a pint of delicious Ben and Jerry's (did you know Stephen Colbert has his OWN flavor? nothing says YOU MADE IT like your own freakin flavor of the jew boys' ice cream but more on that later).
Really, I just had to laugh and look on the bright side: the only place for my cooking to go from here is up. I hope. I have set the bar very low and I trust that my next dish will at least show some improvement.
I like to think that one day, in many years to come (or sooner), we will be sitting around the dinner table with friends, a gourmet meal laid out before us, telling the story of my failed attempts in the kitchen. Our friends will shake their heads in disbelief, wondering how I could have come so far from that fateful day when I attempted (and failed) to make a simple meal for my man.
The picture above does not do the mess justice. Also, pouring the vile sauce over the green beans, ruined some perfectly good green beans. Perhaps, when one element of the dish gets botched next time, I won't insist on incorporating it into innocent side dishes, thus making the entire meal inedible.
Those poor green beans never stood a chance.
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