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xaq_the_aereonIn my memory, I've only had 1 major cooking flub, where the end result was so bad that I couldn't eat it; the time I tried making Korean BBQ chicken. It turned purple, smelled like butt, and tasted like I was going to vomit a moment later...which I did.
Today, I ramped that count up to 2, hitting a goose-egg with my traditional Pasta a la Roulette (aka "boil a random type of pasta, cook a random kind of meat, cover it all in a random kind of sauce, and see how it tastes"), the first time it's ever turned out unpleasant in any way, let alone refuse-to-eat-it bad.
Chosen pasta: Rotini - turned out perfect.
Chosen meat: None - turned out about as perfect as nothing can turn out.
Chosen sauce: Bertolli brand Alfredo Sauce - and there's where we crapped out.
Fortunately, unlike the purple chicken, I had an out on this one; I poured the pasta back into the strainer, rinsed the alfredo off, and swapped in some Prego tomato-and-meat sauce. This time it worked perfectly.
All in all, $4 worth of gag-inducing alfredo now lies either in the drain or, for the most part, the trash. Oh well, now I know not to get that ever again.
Today, I ramped that count up to 2, hitting a goose-egg with my traditional Pasta a la Roulette (aka "boil a random type of pasta, cook a random kind of meat, cover it all in a random kind of sauce, and see how it tastes"), the first time it's ever turned out unpleasant in any way, let alone refuse-to-eat-it bad.
Chosen pasta: Rotini - turned out perfect.
Chosen meat: None - turned out about as perfect as nothing can turn out.
Chosen sauce: Bertolli brand Alfredo Sauce - and there's where we crapped out.
Fortunately, unlike the purple chicken, I had an out on this one; I poured the pasta back into the strainer, rinsed the alfredo off, and swapped in some Prego tomato-and-meat sauce. This time it worked perfectly.
All in all, $4 worth of gag-inducing alfredo now lies either in the drain or, for the most part, the trash. Oh well, now I know not to get that ever again.
