I was so proud of myself, scouring for some new recipes, making a meal plan for the week with some nutritious foods, and hitting the grocery store early in the weekend.
Then I made a shit dinner on Monday night.
You may think shells with caramelized onions and blue cheese sounds like... a thing. A nice thing. An easy thing. A tasty thing.
Sure, Moosewood Restaurant Simple Suppers cookbook, thanks for this idea. It sounded delicious. I like caramelized onions. You know I dig on some pasta. And the blue cheese - yes yes, I do enjoy the dairy products. It seems like it could work.
But then I got overzealous with my food processor and the six (!) cups of chopped onions turned to paste. I turned to mushrooms instead. Bad idea.
I forlornly served up the meal to Scott, who took a semi-enthusiastic bite. His face kind of fell. He pushed the shells around on the watery cheese sauce. I poked at a mushroom and took a bite. Oh my.
I shotgunned my glass of pinor noir and thusly declared dinner a disaster.
"Let's call for pizza. We don't have to eat this."
Scott clearly agreed. He didn't even fight it. I tossed out the meal and cleaned the dishes.
Less than 20 minutes later, a delivery man saved us with a large pepperoni, mushroom and green pepper pizza -- hold the damn blue cheese.
I don't think I'll eat blue cheese for a while, thankyouverymuch.
Onward and upward... have you made any bad meals lately? Wanna vent? Made something amazing? Feel free to brag about it in the comments below.