My man friend and I were comparing our “Food Fails” last night over dinner. A dinner that he’d made which was…not the finest thing he’d ever turned out (we’ve been experimenting with slow cookers at our respective domiciles with varying degrees of success). Our skill levels differ but we generally make great food. I have a long foodservice/hospitality background, so I really have no excuse other than not paying attention for the most part. He’s been cooking for about 10 years and does a great job; pores over his Bon Appetit and diligently follows the recipes. He’s starting to do some freestyling which is educational, as it should be, and occasionally successful.
Anyway, here are our crap meals of late:
His pork dinner last night, man I had such high hopes…until he told me it consisted of a pork loin, carrots, green beans and cauliflower. My heart sank, my vision of slow-roasted barbecue dissolved, and sure enough - when we got home, the house smelled like a tyrannosaurus fart. The vegetables were grey and lifeless, the pork was dry, the cauliflower was hideous gray mush. Hey, it was dinner, we ate it. Live and learn! He’s going to go back to recipes rather than freestyling next time.
Mine was what coulda shoulda woulda been a lovely hunters-style beef ragout, full of grass fed short ribs, mushrooms and onions, tomatoes and wine. I had nice buttered noodles to go with, sour cream, side of buttered broccoli, everything looking real good. Around the last hour, I adjusted seasonings, and thought “This is coming along great, but some of that Hungarian paprika would seriously max this shit out.” so I opened up the little baggie, spooned in a bunch, and…HOLY CRAP turns out that was some type of incindiery chili napalm that should probably not be introduced by the tablespoon. :eek:
We were sweating, snotting, dumping on more sour cream. Couldn’t taste a thing. We had seconds of noodles and I wound up giving the rest of it to my dad’s Ghanian caregiver who eats habaneros like jelly beans. I gotta label that bag. :mad:
I also had a slow cooker freestyle failure - having no background with these things, I smugly thought “I don’t need to read no stinking instructions!”. I threw in my half-assed concept of some kind of bogus Polynesian chicken (onions, poblanos, pineapple, soy sauce, ginger, chicken breast) and cranked it up. On high. For eight hours. That chicken actually turned out just like wood; dry, nasty fibers coated in this brown sludge that didn’t taste anything as I’d imagined. I guess we’re going back to the drawing board with the slow cooker.
Got any culinary duds you’d care to share?