In my attempt to keep it real around here, I feel compelled to share with you the debacle of a dinner that we had last night.
It started innocently enough. We saw a recipe in a magazine that we thought looked really good. PLUS, it was a different way to serve boneless, skinless chicken breasts, which is always welcome. So, we decided to give it a go.
I really didn’t plan on it being a blog post. I jazzed up our whole wheat kaiser rolls with some butter and seasonings in preparation for the grill. When I went outside to take the rolls to Michael, this is what I saw (minus the rolls).
Michael: ”Could we have picked a hotter day to grill? Seriously.”
I was not deterred by the sweat rolling down my nose and pooling at various other locations. Oh, no, not me! How could we go wrong with this one? The chicken had been marinating all day in teriyaki sauce.
Just look at these grilled pineapples!
I had to put the camera down for a minute while I started the fry daddy. My job was to make the pommes frites (that’s French for Ore-Ida shoe string fries). We really don’t eat that much fried food. When we do decide to use the old fry daddy, we try to use it outside so it won’t stink up the house.
Oh, look! Here comes the swiss cheese!
“Hey! Put your hand down there again like you’re putting the cheese on. Yes, like that! I like the shot better with your hand on it!” Nevermind that you might be feeling a little sick to your stomach from the heat. Thanks for being a good sport, Hunny.
I need to go check on the fries.
Lacie: “Michael! Do these fries look done to you?”
Michael: ”I have enough going on here with the grill. You were in charge of the fries. How long have you been cooking them? Look at the directions on the bag.”
Lacie: ”They’re done. They look done to me.”
At this point we tray up the food and get into the house which was instant relief from the heat. We added jalapeno slices to the sandwiches and Michael starts to cut the monster of a sandwich for me, to make it easier to manage.
“NO! I have to get a picture of it first!”
I then go back outside into The Hinges of Hell for one last shot. Natural light is best, you know.
Back inside, we sit down to eat.
Michael: ” We need to throw that old fry daddy away. It doesn’t get hot enough to fry anything quickly. These fries taste like they’ve been sitting in a pile of grease.”
Lacie: ”Yeah, that happened the last time too. Time to get rid of it.”
Michael bites into his sandwich.
Michael: ”This sandwich is gross. The flavors don’t meld well together at all. You shouldn’t blog about this.”
I take a bite.
Lacie: ”It’s not that bad. I kind of like it. Although, chicken, swiss and ham might have been better. You know, like a cordon bleu sandwich.”
Michael: ”Yeah. Anything other than this would have been better. What are we having tomorrow night?”
Michael: ”Good. We can’t really mess up tacos.”
I have chosen to share this with all of you NOT so you try this at home, but in an attempt to be candid. We’ve gotten our favorite recipes from trying out things that look good. We tried a new pasta recipe (more about that tomorrow) this past weekend that will go down in history as one of the best meals EVER. I don’t believe for one second that all of those food bloggers out there make mouth-watering meals every single time. If you believe that than I’ve got some swamp land in Florida I’d like to talk to you about.
In case you were wondering, the garbage collectors picked up the old fry daddy this morning. May it rest in peace.
*I have two more very special food blogging posts planned for this week. Check back, you won’t want to miss out!