I made a mistake today. Not that I do usually, but this was a big one, and we will probably be paying for it later.
Before you all start thinking about my conceit and being right all the time, let me explain it was in the kitchen.
Maggie has had some kind of tummy bug for the last couple of days so I’ve been cooking scrambled egg for her breakfast and rice for her dinner. We eat a lot of rice, so it’s no problem, and today I decided to do chicken in a sweet chilli and garlic sauce (packet at 39p, bargain).
The most expensive part of the meal was the chicken as I couldn’t take advantage of multi packs so had to spend four quid on just one, but my logic was to have a big dinner and then we wouldn’t want to pick (on things I haven’t got, so we’d probably starve) for the rest of the day.
I also bought 2 large mushrooms (29p) and a carrot (11p), knowing we had plenty of rice at home (40p a kilo and I get four meals out of one bag, so 10p) .
I steamed the chicken in a saucepan with a little water, then drained off the liquid and fished out half a dozen or so pieces for Maggie. I then added an onion (about 5p) and sliced half of the carrot (Hubby and I ate the rest, it was a big carrot), a clove of garlic and some fresh ginger, then cut open the sachet and added the sauce. I always leave adding mushrooms to any meal until the last five minutes so that they don’t discolour the dish too much or go too soggy.
I’ve used this particular sauce before, but as there was rather a lot of mix and looked a little dry, I added a second sachet.
And that was my mistake.
That, and not bothering to taste it as everything was cooking.
It all looked very nice in the dish, and the smell was delicious. It also tasted OK until you swallowed it, then the taste buds went berserk in your mouth and it was bloody HOT
(hotter than the curry I made for Partner using a whole tub of HOT MADRAS CURRY POWDER because my curries were too mild for him, but that’s another story in another lifetime)!
Hubby was practically breathing fire and was convinced that with just one blow he could solve our condensation problem.
We struggled through with watering eyes, but could only manage half of it.
I was so angry with myself, and so apologetic to Hubby as this is one of the three meals I’ve cooked in almost 26 years that we haven’t been able to eat.