Burnt Offerings – When Things Don’t Go as Planned

So often, we post only our successes – beautiful pictures of perfectly cooked foods. But let’s face it, we’ve all experienced our bombs – mistakes in the kitchen that render food hardly worthy of eating much less blogging about. I think it would be good to see those flops every now and then, as a reminder that everyone makes mistakes. It’s a humbling admission.

The minute we walked in the door last night, I knew I had a disaster on my hands. For one thing, we were late getting home. Actually, we were late getting to work, so we needed to make up for the time. Our car decided it wasn’t going to start – the alternator finally decided to give up the ghost – and in the process drained the battery. Thankfully, our neighbor gave us a jump. Hubby managed to keep the car running long enough to drive out to the farm, borrow Dad’s truck for transportation, and leave our car with our trusted mechanic in town. We’ve been suspecting a failing alternator for a while, but the problem had been an intermediate one, so our repair shop was hesitant in simply replacing the alternator until he was sure that would solve the issue.

It was one of those days. Before leaving for work (or at least attempting to leave) I had started dinner in the crock pot – Baby Ray’s Slow Cooker Barbecued Chicken. From what I could tell, it would have been great. Even coming home late would not have been enough to ruined dinner. However; I made one HUGE mistake. When Kiddo put the crock pot away, he had turned the knob one click to the right, which meant the pot was put away set for “low”.

When I put everything into the pot to cook, I clicked the knob one to the right without looking to see what the setting was, assuming it was “off’ and one click would put it to low. Wrong! My click put the pot on High. That would have been a fine setting for about 4 or 5 hours. But 10 hours later – the chicken was so dry, the barbecue sauce wasn’t enough to keep it moist.

Lesson learned – always check the setting. NEVER assume . . .

My guys ate it anyway, as best as they could with twisted smiles on their faces. Gotta love ’em!

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