The Gleeful Gourmand: When Dinner Fights Back

Thursday, February 23, 2012

When Dinner Fights Back

It's been a heck of a week here at The Gleeful Gourmand, and tonight really put the cherry on top. I don't think I've ever had any meal fight back quite so hard while it was being made as I did tonight. The Contender: Pork Chops Agrodolce, Green Beans in Butter and Lemon, and Plum slices. The Challenger: Me.

This is a meal I've made many times before. The pork chops take quite a few steps, but they're not hard steps by any stretch of the imagination. I had purchased some really lovely looking bone-in chops from Whole Foods, and was excited for the meal.

The Contender must have realized that it needed to come out swinging about 3/4 of the way through its preparation. Maybe it saw me setting the table and knew its demise was eminent, who knows. But it started with the pot of piping-hot water I had been boiling the green beans in. I moved it to the sink after removing the beans, and accidentally bumped it against the counter as I set it down, splashing the water right up into my eye. My open eye. It didn't feel great, but I was fine, and pressed ahead.

Then, in rapid succession I sliced my finger while working on the plums, and burned my foot and my hand while working on the sauce for the pork chops, in that order. Then, while cutting up Liam's pork chop for him I managed to hurtle half of it onto the floor where our dog, Bailey, quickly set about to licking it (note that I said licking it; she's ancient and only has four teeth, so she couldn't really seize it). Somehow my sauce reduced way too much, and I couldn't turn it into the syrup it was supposed to be. No amount of butter was going to save it.

I started to feel like one of those contestants on "Worst Cooks In America." My only defense was to shout gibberish really loudly. I couldn't even curse in my pain and frustration with three small children nearby. Despite all this, I managed to put three pretty plates on the table.

The chops were God-awful. They were over-done, tough, and dry. And the weirdest thing is, I did everything right according to the recipe, and according to how I've made the dish many times before.

Sometimes you get dinner. Sometimes the dinner gets you.


Elizabeth Wilson said...

Dinner got me tonight too. but in a different way. Tomorrow is another day.

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