So this weekend we “entertained” at our new place. It was pretty much impromptu. We started by just having a few friends over to just throw some chicken on the grill and it really turned out to be a lively party!
So the joke is on me this time. I regret to say I had a few pretty (now) funny kitchen fails. Z is the one who knows how to do the “cooking-for-the masses”, while I do all the everyday healthy and somewhat “gourmet” cooking.
I was charged with only making the shrimp-stuffed baked potatoes, a simple salad, and my signature almond cake. I had also eagerly planned on making breakfast/brunch the next morning for my BFFs (wait, can one have more than one BFF? Not sure how that works).
So here’s how it went, in a nutshell:
1) Almond cake burned on the edges and did not cook in the center. I blamed the foreign oven because I had done this cake for years and never had this happen.
2) Baked potato melting of the cheddar on top charred to crunchy ashes. I blamed him for not checking on them since I was busy keeping my early arrivals entertained via enchanting conversation.
3) I ended up delegating the salad to one of the South African ladies I was engaged in conversation with because I was quickly losing confidence in myself.
4) The next morning, my pancakes were a flop. Not only did they not rise to that divine fluffy height that I love in pancakes, but the taste was not what I was aiming for. I was attempting to make coconut-pineapple pancakes (something Caribbean), but ended up with limp, dense flat cakes that tasted like cardboard. To bat, I also almost burned the omelet. At this point, I knew I was really having a bad cooking day — or days really.
So I blamed that last faux pas on the fact that I had not made pancakes from scratch in so long.
And of course, he blamed me for all.
Since Z is not that crazy about pancakes, I don’t bother make them normally. So, my plans to shake up my sleepover guests’ morning were a fail.
The good news is all the other food he made was a hit. His jerk chicken will take anyone to the promised land and his curry goat was,and always is, hands down THE BEST I’ve ever had. The one thing I did do right was my Latte Macchiato Martini. But how can anyone mess that up, really? 🙂
Overall, everyone seemed happy and in a food coma. So I think we did our job, despite my mishaps. I’ve posted this blog because I think it’s important to laugh at ourselves. Gotta take it all in stride and keep in moving is what I always say!
I dedicate this post to my FFFs (Foodie Friends Forever) because we all have these moments. You know who you are. 😉