After a major, major, food related fuck up this evening I thought it might be 'fun' to see if any other chewers have bad experience with cooking for loved ones/themselves.
My story of culinary woe involves the Wife to Be (WTB), her parents and my fondness for Jamaican cooking.
The plan was to have them come around and have a celebratory dinner to mark the buying of our first house. Knowing how fussy her parents were the WTB suggested making something nice and simple, nothing too showy.
So I decided to make Jerk Chicken Kebabs with a side of Corn and some savoury rice. I got the chicken all prepared last night, taking extra special care to let the chicken stew in the Jerk/Soured Cream sauce, and was about to make a start on the Rice this afternoon when disaster strikes and I remember I used the last of the stuff a week back. Panic sets in, the only shops are a good 15 minutes away and the WTB and her parents are watching me with daunting suspicion.
Instead I decide to make a tangy tomato pasta and so I boil down a pack of Salad Tomatoes with some basil and a bit of balsamic vinegar. I quickly boil some pasta and mix the two together before I serve.
Upon commencement of the meal the WTB's mother takes a bite out of the Jerk Chicken (after spending a good minute sniffing it as if it were alien) before promptly choking and spitting the chicken back onto her plate. The Father has to essentially heimlich the damn chicken out of her and promptly shoots me the evilest of evil eyes (apparently spicy foods are a big no-no).
They remove the chicken from the plate and throw it in the bin and promptly start on the side. After one mouthful of the pasta they both stare at me and asked to be excused.
Upon tasting the pasta I find that due to the fact the salad tomatoes were exceptionally cheap the sauce just tastes like water with a mild tomato tint. The evening was salvaged when WTB's father ordered a chinese takeout and footed me with the bill.
My story of culinary woe involves the Wife to Be (WTB), her parents and my fondness for Jamaican cooking.
The plan was to have them come around and have a celebratory dinner to mark the buying of our first house. Knowing how fussy her parents were the WTB suggested making something nice and simple, nothing too showy.
So I decided to make Jerk Chicken Kebabs with a side of Corn and some savoury rice. I got the chicken all prepared last night, taking extra special care to let the chicken stew in the Jerk/Soured Cream sauce, and was about to make a start on the Rice this afternoon when disaster strikes and I remember I used the last of the stuff a week back. Panic sets in, the only shops are a good 15 minutes away and the WTB and her parents are watching me with daunting suspicion.
Instead I decide to make a tangy tomato pasta and so I boil down a pack of Salad Tomatoes with some basil and a bit of balsamic vinegar. I quickly boil some pasta and mix the two together before I serve.
Upon commencement of the meal the WTB's mother takes a bite out of the Jerk Chicken (after spending a good minute sniffing it as if it were alien) before promptly choking and spitting the chicken back onto her plate. The Father has to essentially heimlich the damn chicken out of her and promptly shoots me the evilest of evil eyes (apparently spicy foods are a big no-no).
They remove the chicken from the plate and throw it in the bin and promptly start on the side. After one mouthful of the pasta they both stare at me and asked to be excused.
Upon tasting the pasta I find that due to the fact the salad tomatoes were exceptionally cheap the sauce just tastes like water with a mild tomato tint. The evening was salvaged when WTB's father ordered a chinese takeout and footed me with the bill.
