I finally cooked something in my pretty, new, partially-finished kitchen.
But it wasn't great.
Which is really disappointing.
Because I so badly wanted to successfully post a recipe tonight.
I miss cooking and sharing my stuff with you.
This evening I made Chicken with Sweet Raisins and Apricot Sauce over Parsley-ed Orzo with Toasted Almonds. (An adapted Rachel Ray recipe.)
During dinner, Chris and I said (approximately 9 thousand times) to the kids: "Put a bite in your mouth, Timothy." "Come on, take a bite Matthew." "Finish up!" "Come on!" "Chew it up, boys!"
(Almost every mealtime I feel like Napoleon Dynamite saying to the family's pet llama, "EAT YOUR FOOD, TINA!!!!!")
In a sweet, loving, motherly way, of course.
But tonight, my Timothy was really trying his best to obey. I knew he was hungry.
After staring at his plate for a while, he finally scrunched up his little nose, exhaled loudly, and said in all sincerity and without the slightest hint of disrespect, "Mommy. This chicken is super yucky!"
How can I possibly respond to that? I was laughing so hard, hiding behind the counter so he wouldn't see me cracking.
"Oh, go on, boys. Go wash your hands and play."
I will not post this recipe, and not just because my kid didn't like it. As fellow food photographers will understand, the sauce (plus the raisins and apricots) turned the chicken a funky color and I cannot even describe to you how awful it looked once plated.
Well...here...tell me really. What does that chicken+sauce look like to you?
We all have mess-ups in the kitchen. Only the brave (or stupid) admit it.
The kitchen's getting close to being done. I had to order some cabinet hardware...it hasn't arrived yet, so I just can't take a photo until it's finished.
I'm done with the pantry, though! I'm excited. I'll show that to you soon.
Thanks for reading my posts even when they're not pretty,