Ever have one of those meals where you don’t just ruin one thing, you ruin everything? Read on.
This is (for the most part) a PG-rated blog, so I’ll say that dinner Saturday evening was a comedy of errors. Karen and baby had come home from the hospital on Thursday, so I bought some steaks and was ready for a good cookout. A friend had given us some vegetables from his garden, and coupled with some stuff that we’d grown, I could make a nice grilled vegetable dish, and all that was left was corn on the cob. Karen wanted some mashed potatoes too, so that was her physical activity for the day. And lastly we decided to steam some broccoli for the boys since they don’t like the grilled vegetables.
While shopping Saturday morning I assumed we’ve got most everything for the grilled veg. I got a red onion just to be sure, but that’s it. Come to find out all I had from my friend’s garden was two yellow squash. Oh yeah, and the red bell pepper we’d grown had gone bad this week while we were at the hospital. So now my grilled veggies consist of two yellow squash, a red onion, and some tomatoes. No zucchini, no red pepper, no roasted garlic. I suppose that’s when I gave up on it. Karen tried it, but that was about it. I went ahead and steamed enough broccoli for all of us.
I then set about undercooking grilling the steaks. I grilled them, covered them, and let them rest. When I started slicing them I realized that they weren’t rare, they were in fact raw. Nice. Back on the grill they go. After the second time they were at least cooked to temperature.
Broccoli. Let’s see, it’s green and looks like little trees? You cut them up and steam them for, how long is it again? Maybe I didn’t cook them long enough, maybe the water stopped boiling. Whatever. They were undercooked as well. I’d say it was like biting into a stick, but I didn’t even try it. All I had was the steak, corn on the cob (made by Aliyah), and Karen’s mashed potatoes.
I was so frustrated I left the dishes where they lay and cleaned up the remnants of my failure the next morning. I’d blame this one on the new baby, but you’d never buy it. What’s this blog called again?