So between the French toast breakfast and the supper that pleased everyone (nigh near impossible in this house), I was feeling pretty pleased with myself and my culinary prowess yesterday.
Pride goes before destruction, I guess.
I had planned these positively delicious-sounding sour cream enchiladas for supper tonight. Then I realized: I was out of cheese. We never run out of cheese in this house, but we managed it thanks to that lovely but unplanned mac I had made last night. Drat.
Okay, no biggie, just figure out something else to make with chicken. My casseroles tend to involve cheese as well, so those are out. Not enough time to make soup really. Sweet and sour chicken! That's it!
I've not been successful making sweet and sour chicken since the discovery that I can't have soy sauce. Darn, I miss soy sauce. But I forged ahead.
Some nights you really just need to grab a $5 pizza and give it up. :-p
While my rice cooked, I started chopping my chicken. Rachael Ray says to do your chopping next to the stove, so you can dump things directly into the pan when you're done. I was kind of in a hurry, and it sounded like a time saving step. Only I don't have room next to my stove like she does. So I set up my board on the stove--I wasn't using all of the eyes.
You so know where this is going, don't you?
I set up my pan on the back eye so I could dump my chicken into it once I was done chopping. I chopped and dumped and turned on the eye to heat the pan. I added my fat to the pan. I got ready to dump my chicken.
I frowned. Why wasn't my pan heating up?
Because I of course turned on the wrong eye. Yep, I now have an eye-shaped burn on my cutting board. The stove eye is coated in nasty melted plastic. Arg.
I also over-cooked dinner--which didn't have any flavor to speak of anyway. It filled our bellies. That's really about all you could say about it.
Grumble, grumble, mutter.
*raises right hand* I, Karen, do solemnly swear never to brag about my cooking accomplishments on this blog again. It's just not worth it. Sheesh.