I made the most delicious lamb and lentil stew Monday night. Tender (after an hour of simmering) and flavorful lamb neck; carrots, onions, garlic, and mushrooms; thickened with red lentils which dissolve nicely; and seasonsed with my patented mix of different cuisine seasoning mixes – ras al hanout, garam masala, berbere, Louisiana creole seasoning, and Veitnamese fish sauce. It was amazing – my wife loved it, as did I. It was a big pot, enough for the whole week.
Tues when I got home I took the pot out of the fridge and put it on the stove to warm up. I thought I was careful, putting it on the second lowest setting. Then I sat down and zoned out watching TV.
And forgot about the stew, which somehow burned without my knowing. My wife got home and I was distraught and ready to throw it out. But she said to add lemon juice, which at least turned it from inedible to edible. And we’ve since eaten most of it.
But the stew’s amazing flavor is ruined due to my negligence. It shouldn’t be a big deal, but I still feel shitty about it. Like I would if I made a drunk thousand dollar bet on a lost cause and lost.