Sunday, October 23, 2011

it's all gone pete tong

What a weekend. 

I'd call it one big fail but I enjoyed it too much. 

Honey Jr and Honey's Honey came over for dinner Friday night and I totally flubbed it. I was cooking this delicious (downright scrumptious really) recipe; Pan Roasted Chicken with Lemon Garlic & Herbs, and it called for shallots, but I didn't have shallots. No biggie, I'd just use a little onion and garlic instead, but this time, the regular old onion was too strong for the ginger... eeew... my delicious pan roasted chicken with lemon garlic & herbs ended up tasting like bitter chicken with lemon and bitterness. 

fail.

(And here's a question... why do I choke when it comes to cooking for other people? Especially when cooking for French people. Because you just know they think that I can't cook because I'm an American, not that I can't cook because I flubbed the whole shallot thing. Either way, fail). 

And then Saturday was supposed to be Princess Day. You see, sometimes The Husband will make these grand declarations like; "Skippie, this weekend you are a princess and I want you to rest and I will do everything." A beautiful idea in theory, but a total disaster in reality. Kind of like communism. It never really goes off like that... he runs around doing things for me, which is fantastic, but 1. I have to get up and show him where things are and how to do things, and then 2. he creates a glorious mess that I get to clean up. Did you know The Husband can make a mess while cleaning? Well he can. 

Part of my Princess Day was The Husband making Chicken Fried Steak for dinner (Chicken Fried Steak makes my heart sing a little...  the stars at night are big and bright ... ). Fantastic. Except how come I ended up making the mashed potatoes, the cream gravy, and doing everything for the steaks except beating eggs in a bowl and mixing flour in another? Me standing in the kitchen dredging steaks in egg and flour and then frying them as I watch The Husband and Honey Jr playing rugby outside my window doesn't make me feel very princess like. 

fail. 

But we did get to watch Lonesome Dove on TV while we ate our chicken fried steaks. And it was in French. And let me tell you, Tommy Lee Jones in French is pretty darn weird. 

You know what else is pretty darn weird... Fifty getting a package in the post, addressed to him. Why does my dog get post? Who does he think he is, Snoopy?! And on Princess Day. My dog high jacked my Princess Day. 

fail.

(The package was a gift from his Texan Chihuahua girlfriends, Molly & Sissy. Fifty will be showing it off in another post coming soon...)   


But you know what wasn't a fail? The French Rugby team. They may have lost, but personally, I'd rather lose like that than win like that. For me, they played like kings and they are champions. 

bisou


22 comments:

  1. I'd be completely terrified of cooking for French people. We have a new French guy at work. It may be a very long time before his family get invited to my place for food! Completely with you on the French team's rugby performance. They were truly wonderful. Commiserations to French husband and his rugby loving friends.

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  2. I'm so agree with you : the french team is my HERO ! They played so well with a heart "gros comme ça" ... My week -end was pretty failed too ! Hope your week will be a better one !

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  3. Firstly, I can verify from personal experience that you are a GREAT cook.

    Secondly - I can picture The Husband laying out his grand plans for a Princess Day and the epic failing that his acting it out would involve.

    Lastly - I was worried about your blood pressure during the last 5 minutes yesterday!!

    Bisous x

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  4. I thought the Kiwis were going to choke again, but they scraped through. I couldn't decide who to *root* for, so just amused myself with more rooting jokes.
    You should have made the beercan chicken! That would've floored them!

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  5. "A beautiful idea in theory, but a total disaster in reality. Kind of like communism."

    Hahahahaha. That line just totally made my morning! Merci beaucoup! :)

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  6. i have to admit, the majority of the bar i was at was for NZ, but I was proud of France!

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  7. So, kind of random, but the whole let's-be-inventive-and-substitute-this-ingredient-for-that-one thing made me think of Un Diner Presque Parfait where they are always trying out new recipes for the diner. Like, what if the recipe isn't any good?!?! What a huge risk! Not worth it.

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  8. I love the idea of Princess Day. If my boyfriend dubbed a day Princess Day, it would probbbbably end up sounding quite similar to how yours ended up!

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  9. Bless. But I adore that the husband wanted to make Chicken Fried Steak. That's the cutest thing EVAH!!

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  10. God you are funny. When you get a bit older, you won't mind cooking for French people - it'll be all right, I promise!

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  11. I hope that fifty's package contained a bandana. Thought of this from your previous post. You're a Texan, you should know what a bandana is, and it is NOT a hairband. It's worn around the neck. Fifty would not have killed it. As to princess day, you could always declare "Prince Day" and see if it works out just as well.

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  12. My husband DESTROYED the house yesterday while spending the day with our daughter. I was gone for the day, and there was stuff EVERYWHERE when I got home. Oh husbands...

    Sounds like you need a real Princess Day...maybe at a spa. : )

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  13. Oh dear - I'm sorry about your Princess Day. Like Stephanie above, my husband used to create three days housework when he gave me the 'day off' when my daughter was small.

    France, though, really stepped up yesterday and can hold their heads up when they get home!

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  14. Lord you are Hilarious! I'm sorry your fails are so funny but I know that you want me to laugh with you. The prairie sky is wide and high. I really want to hear a French Tommy Lee Jones, he can be pretty sexy for someone so unattractive...hmm..anyway, The sage in bloom is like perfume...okay, i need to stop now.

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  15. Oh wow, I'd be so scared of cooking for French people too! I'm sorry that you did not get your princess day, but I have to admit, your story made me giggle, if only because I can relate so much!

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  16. I remember when our kids were really small and my husband would offer to help out for a bit so I could have some "alone" time. Like you put it, "great in theory". It was actually more stressful during my "alone" time than if I had just taken the kids with me because I couldn't stop fretting the whole time about what I was going to come home to! Usually when I got home, the kids had destroyed the house and dad was asleep on the couch!
    Thanks anyway, hubby :0

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  17. Nice week-end :)
    It's a joke don't worry! I want your recipe, I have to try your Pan Roasted Chicken with Lemon Garlic & Herbs.
    So funny with your husband idea of Princess Day! I totally agree with you ...
    I really can imagine you when you talk about your Princess Day and about Fifty post.
    Bisou, Babi

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  18. I am scared to cook to French people too! I had to make lunch for the family last weekend, luckily my poulet rôti ended up to be delicious even it was first time ever I did put a whole chicken to my oven.

    !

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  19. You always make me smile with your tales of life in Le Petit Village. I find it hard to believe the onions did that to your dish. I suspect something else happened...just saying.

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  20. Tommy Lee Jones in French?? GAHAHA!

    Here's hoping you get another {better} shot at being a Princess.

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  21. Pretty much every time I cook it is a fail, so I feel ya! It happens and keeps us human, ya know?

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  22. I watched Lonesome Dove the other night, agreed...would be weird in French. Though, perhaps Gus would be even sexier?

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