On the other hand, nothing spontaneously burst into flames, so that's something
We had a chicken breast in the fridge that had reached use-it-or-lose-it status, and rafaela was in a pancakes-for-dinner mood and generally uninterested in poultry tonight, so I decided to throw caution to the wind and see what I could throw together. In the end, I wound up using a few mushrooms, a few canned artichoke hearts, a few shallots, and-apparently my secret ingredient-an economy-sized carton of Fail. There wasn't one big problem so much as several individual choices that, harmless taken one at a time, managed to combine into something that looked somewhere between Alpo and the sort of industrial product whose name contains the phrase "...In a Drum." Chow down, Sparky.
Actually, to be fair, it's not bad taste-wise; it's not by any stretch-lick-the-pan scrumptious, but it's more than edible, and I'm gladly narfing down my dishful as I type this (a aprocess that would be considerably easier if rafaela weren't on the phone behind me, reciting lines from Monty Python's Meaning of Life).
Just realizing now that I didn't get the pudding snack cups I was going to get at the store. Sigh.
Actually, to be fair, it's not bad taste-wise; it's not by any stretch-lick-the-pan scrumptious, but it's more than edible, and I'm gladly narfing down my dishful as I type this (a aprocess that would be considerably easier if rafaela weren't on the phone behind me, reciting lines from Monty Python's Meaning of Life).
Just realizing now that I didn't get the pudding snack cups I was going to get at the store. Sigh.