Today let’s talk about food! More specifically, cooking. And what better day than Friday, the one day a week I do not cook dinner. (The family gets together with other members of our family and we torture restaurants with our large group and loudness.)
See I am a terrible cook or I was a terrible cook. Now I am in the trial and error stages. Which sucks most days, though my family smiles and eats what ever error I have tried each day. Even if the smiles are forced and hiding their desire to gag.
I’m just kidding, I try to only spring on a new meal about once a week. The other nights are tried and true successes from the past.
and as I have talked about with my writing and gardening, this past year I have been challenging myself at attempting new things and pushing myself to do the things I’ve never deemed possible.
I have conquered the delicacy of yeast. The complexities of marinara sauce. The shocking easiness of soups. And failed miserably at others (Philly cheese steak egg rolls anyone?)
This week I got the bright idea to roast my first chicken! (I should mention that I don’t like turkey so my husband is the turkey maker during holidays.) Boy was I an idiot.
My daughter and I are big fans of certain cooking shows and on one of then the cook (one who I absolutely LOVE) was doing a roasted chicken. She made it look easy breezy.
No problem I thought. I could do that!!!
So we went and bought the chicken. Got is home. Took it out of the plastic ( the damn thing should have a warning label: will spray you with disgusting chicken blood and other unknown liquids!) plopped it onto a plate to start the easy breezy prepping.
By this time the children have declared me crazy and dinner freaky looking…
30 minutes later I was still trying to get the darn herbed butter off my hands onto that nasty bird! But alas, I did the best I could, I got all of it’s appendages tucked so they would burn and shoved it into the oven.
I was so excited! I won the chicken battle. An hour and a half later, I pulled it out and it was beautiful! It was heated to perfection! Time to carve my success…
I’d show you a picture of the golden brown skin except when my husband came in to carve it, he had to flip it over because I cooked the damn thing upside down in the pan!! Ugh.
The taste was decent and at least the meat was moist and not dried out.
Stupid bird. There should be a stamp or something that says “this side up”.
So I am not sure if this weeks food journey can be considered a success or not. And I am not sure I am up for a second time around anytime soon.
I might have to use this as a scene in one of my stories one day.
Does anyone else have a horror bird story to share?