I have had my fair share of culinary mishaps, to be sure. In order to narrow my cooking stories down to the very worst offense, I consulted Richard to find out what he thought my biggest booboo was. He has been eating my cooking for 14 years now. There is one meal in particular he still won't let me live down...
We had not been dating very long when I joined Weight Watchers for the first time. I was a newly-minted nursing school grad who was still carrying around her Freshman 15 (25) so I wanted to get back into shape. I also wanted to cook my boyfriend's favourite foods. I thought I could reach a great compromise with a slimmed-down version of one of his favourite meals: meatloaf.
I found a recipe that substituted chopped vegetables and All-Bran cereal for some of the fatty meat in a traditional recipe. I made it for dinner one night, and served it up to Richard without telling him how I had altered the recipe. He wolfed it down, as he always does with meatloaf. He told me it tasted really good. Later that night I found out what happens when you feed my boyfriend foods very high in dietary fiber. Can we just say that this meal had rather, um, disastrous consequences for my poor Sweetie's digestive system?? From that day forward he never quite trusted that dinner would be what I promised it to be. Every time I have made meatloaf ever since he asks me what I have added to it besides ground meat. I am pretty sure he still doesn't trust me fully in the kitchen, 10 years after The Meatloaf Incident.
Oh, and since the Internet knows everything, click here if you want to see the evil recipe. Invite your best frenemy over for dinner and serve them up a heaping plateful!
I am going to pass this award on to my internet friend Rina. I love reading her blog and seeing all of the delicious things she is cooking up. There has got to be a juicy story in there somewhere!
5 comments:
Awwwwwwww thank you so much!!!!! I'll have to work on this juiciness...
Oh, dear. At least your heart was in the right place :)
I made the mistake of telling Keith that I can make a killer ground soy meatloaf that tastes just like real meatloaf. I'm not allowed to make meatloaf without him seeing me using real meat for fear that he eats something that's good for him.
So, Stacey, if either one of us ever says "We must really have you over for dinner, I make a killer meatloaf." That is code for "I hate your guts and never want to speak to you again." ??
Strangely, meatloaf is the one thing I've attempted to cook over and over and over... and can't get it right.
And yeah... sometimes you just have to laugh.
:)
There's no laughing during a colonectomy. Ouch!
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