Chris and Andi came over for dinner tonight, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Unfortunately, dinner was a partial disaster in every particular (except the sugar snap peas, which Andi fixed). The chicken took nearly an hour extra and the sauce made it really hard to tell when it was done. The rice tried to take over the kitchen. It overflowed one pan, was partially transferred into a second pan, and proceeded to overflow both simultaneously all over the stove and burners, which gave the rice an interesting beige color and smoky flavor. Then, the artichokes (which had cooked for three hours) were discovered to be not remotely done, and the new recipe involving olive oil made them even more slippery and difficult to eat. I was able to zap them in the microwave and soften them up, but that didn't help the oleaginous petals.
Oh well. Andi's peas were perfect, and nobody else knew the strawberry-rhubarb cobbler wasn't supposed to look like that. It sure tasted good - we finished it all off in one sitting. Besides, what are friends for, if not to help eat cooking disasters?
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I would like to apply for friend-who-helps-eat-cooking-disasters status. :-)
Now we just need to figure out when I can effect such a role....
Oh, you've already GOT "friend-who-eats-cooking-disasters" status. Don't you remember that unfortunate spaghetti the time you came? After you were here for that conference at the green place with a hobbit-outbuilding, a shed or guardhouse or whatever it was?
But yes, you should come visit and eat more. :-)
Well, I remember some rice going all over (and into) the washing machine. But it wasn't being cooked at the time, it was just general misbehavior, so I didn't think that quite counted. :-)
Y'all could come visit me sometime, too. I make attempts at several kinds of food, too.
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