26 January 2007
I pride myself on being a good cook. And we all know that pride comes before a fall.
Twice, not once - T W I C E in the past 2 weeks I have added an absurd ingredient to our dinner. The first mishap occurred on a typically harried evening when I was rushing to get dinner on the table. After tasting the taco meat, I decided that it needed just a bit more chili powder, grabbed a large container of darkish red powder and shook a liberal amount into the skillet. Immediately, the aroma confused me. I stirred and pondered, pondered and stirred. Ah! It needs cumin, too. Added a dash of cumin but it just didn't smell right. Bryan came to investigate the odd smell. "Are we having breakfast for dinner?" No. "What's that smell?" And then it hit me: cinnamon. I had added cinnamon to the taco meat. There was absolutely nothing I could do to fix it but neither could I really afford to toss the food in the trash. We don't eat meat all that often anymore and this was a real treat. My family gracefully accepted the meal and Bryan went so far as to ask that I make the same addition sometime in future. "It tastes kind of Moroccan!"
Take two- last night was another crazy, "I have meat but what do I do with it" night. Aha! Hamburger gravy over baked potatoes with a large side salad. Perfect. I browned the hamburger with garlic and onions. Once I had added the flour, I reached into the frig to grab a milk-substitute. We most often use rice milk or almond milk, but I will use whatever is handy. I noticed that there was a little bit of non-dairy creamer left. I haven't been using much since I am trying to eat more healthful fare. "Oooh, that will make the gravy nice and creamy," I thought as I dumped it in. There wasn't enough so I reached into the frig again, this time for the almond milk. While I was searching, the aroma from the gravy reached me and started me down that same "something is not quite right" path. Being the second time in as many weeks, it didn't take long to discover that it was hazelnut creamer. Hazelnut doesn't complement garlicky, hamburger gravy.
I turned in my housewife card and went to the bedroom to eat my dinner. If mommy can't cope she needs a timeout. I most definitely needed a time out.
Here's hoping life slows down enough that I can prepare tasty meals without mishap!
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