Well, it happened. I haven’t had a colossal dinner fail in a long time but I did tonight. That was the most disgusting thing I’ve ever eaten. Here’s what happened, although I’m not sure it matters.
Albertsons promised me lamb shank. What they gave me was leg of lamb. Having never cooked lamb before I was unsure how to proceed. I decided to cut the meat from the bone. It’s a pretty bloody and dense meat and I already have an issue with working with raw proteins (except ribeye of course) and the smell kind of got to me.
It smelled delicious while cooking. When we were ready to eat, I dropped the gnocchi in. When they floated, I pulled them out and let them rest in a colander while I was slicing decadent goat cheese and sautéing it in garlic bread crumbs.
I assembled the salad. I did herbs and baby arugula and made a rosemary garlic balsamic vinaigrette. I toasted pine nuts this morning which I sprinkled on the salad.
Then each salad got a glorious warm and garlicky pat of goat cheese. Seriously, this salad was amazing!
When I went to plate the gnocchi, I knew something was wrong. They were like pudding in the middle. Wth? I plated them anyway and topped with osso bucco. See? It LOOKS delicious, right?
Maybe it’s because I haven’t had lamb in years and it was rack of lamb. Maybe I was neck deep in my protein hypocrisy and couldn’t get past the fact that this had been a wooly lamb. Maybe it was the earlier butchering. I don’t know. I took a tentative bite and could NOT take another. It was almost spoon tender which is great because it’s a very fibrous meat. But to me it was slimy. I couldn’t do it.
So I tried the gnocchi. The lemony flavor was beautifully bright but the texture was all wrong and if I had not been in the company of my future mother in law, I would have gagged and spit it out. Instead I took a huge drink of margarita and choked it down. Meanwhile, the aforementioned future mother in law was finishing her plate, declaring it delicious. Staci thought it was good until she saw my reaction. It freaked her out and she didn’t eat another bite. I know Jo wasn’t just being polite because she happily took my plate.
So I had some Lay’s plain potato chips to soothe my soul.
Luckily iced cream sandwiches are for dessert. I certainly got those right…right?
This isn’t “adventures” in food and love for nothing! Time for another margarita. Have a wonderful weekend, everyone!
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