It's so tempting to post only the recipes that turn out great, especially the ones that, as Joel says, "come out of my own head."
So tempting, in fact, that I believe I have never posted a culinary failure. A dose of honesty and humility is in order, lest I lead thee to think more highly of me than thou ought to think.
Therefore...may I present....
Exhibit A (sans photo) Pork Chops with Couscous, Hot Tomatoes, and Cheese
It was a bad variation on a good theme. My family likes pork chops with rice, spicy tomatoes, taco seasoning, and cheese, which all gets put in a 9x13 (add 10 oz water and cover), and baked for about a half hour.
Well, I had pork chops, cheese, and spicy tomatoes, but I forgot about needing the taco seasoning, and I substituted couscous for the rice since it's all I had. What was I thinking? I must not have been.
My poor family. I had to tell Joel it was pretty much like chicken, which he loves, because he hates pork chops. Paul wondered if next time I could add some seasoning. Stephen, who--bless his heart-- almost never complains, asked, "Do we have anything else to eat?" I sat there and ate it, saying to myself ,"Missionary food. I can eat just about anything, but this is pitiful. " I had gratitude only for the portion, not for the pleasure, for there was none to be had.
So I redeemed it the following night. Stripped all the couscous and icky cheese and not-so-hot-after-all tomatoes. Cut the meat up into bite size chunks, dumped them into a pot and poured almost a whole bottle of bbq sauce plus about an inch of water and a whole sliced onion into it. Boiled it till the onions caramelized, and simmered it till people started coming from hither and yon wondering what the good smell was.
Please fess up. Misery, after all, does love company. What was the last culinary failure you experienced, and if there was redemption for it, how so?