Well, you might be already entertaining the thoughts of fire engines rushing to my aid and ambulances on stand by.
I`m sorry I`ve not posted the results of My Valentine`s Day Special Dinner for all but I`ve had so many appointments this week, I`ve been hopping around like the proverbial chicken.
Now, onto the tale.
I`m only going to give you (pardon the pun) little tastes to whet your appetite for the grand finale. It will be worth the wait. I`ll walk you through each course and each........ reaction.
The Awkward Appetizer
I had printed off the recipe for the salad. I was planning on serving up this meal by candlelight and making for a very.... romantical evening. I had even purchased each ingredient personally. So I start preparing the salad. And I figure while I`m preparing the salad, I can do the main course at the same time. Uh uhh. You don`t get to know what the main course is yet. That will spoil the surprise. Let`s just say I decided to go out on a limb and fix something she likes better than steak.
Back to the salad. I gathered the iceburg lettuce (I think) and the Romanian hearts. I got the oranges and tangerines. I must have got a sour bottle of olive oil. Even Popeye would have turned this one out into the cold.
I got the peppercorns. Did you know them little things are spicy? Especially if you use waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much. Ahem.
Anyways, some men aren`t designed to multi-task. ESPECIALLY in the kitchen. While I`m battling with the main course, apparantly the green stuff must have soaked in the olive oil too long. Talk about a funky taste.
So anyways, I get the green stuff chopped and ripped and add the pepper (ground up of course). I chopped up the oranges and tangerines (didn`t see what to do with those so I guessed), and put in radishes and grated (I think that`s the word) cheese on top. I forgot the post about the dressing so I had purchased some french dressing. I don`t know if the french really know how to make dressing cause it sure didn`t taste right to me. Combined with all of those other tastes, I`m sure I couldn`t really tell.
So she comes home from work and sees me struggling. She was like a good wife and allowed me to cook the whole dinner. Of course, I couldn`t figure out why she was laughing furiously. You`ll see why in the next post (main course).
She took a bite of the salad while the other items are cooking and gagged. I mean literally gagged. Thank goodness I didn`t add the tomatoes. Of course at this point, I don`t think the salad could have gotten any worse. That`s when I found out the olive oil was a mix and contained some things I don`t think would have tasted good by itself.
The salad turned out sweet, sour, spicy, very wet, and tangy. Boy, talk about your variety of flavors. I told her that I was trying for the affect that if one taste didn`t please her that she was bound to find one somewhere in there that would.
We tossed the salad. Literally.
To be continued.............