Hi everyone, have you guys had a day where every single attempt to produce something edible failed miserably? I had one of those yesterday. Part of it was my fault because I decided to squeeze more than what is possible into one day (I always try to extend my line of possibilities). For those of you who know me (and those of you who don’t just yet) you know I thrive in challenges. Sooooo, yesterday I decided I would bake an upside down cake, make a pea tart, and finish with a chicken liver salad. It doesn’t sound like much I know, but for me being a beginner baker it was a tad too much. First I scratched the idea of using a ready frozen shortcrust pastry like the recipe suggested, and thought: Pfsssss! What’s the big deal in making your own pastry dough? I can do that! Pastry dough is a piece of cake, right? Wrong! It was a disaster.

But I refused to give up and made the filling and covered my limp dreadful look shell anyway. And put it in the oven to bake. Not only did the tart was inedible but ugly as hell. A bit defeated and annoyed I started the upside down cake, the recipe asked for apples, but I decided to use Clementine, I had a box of them and I thought it would look pretty…so why not? Well now I can tell you why not, the Clementine after 40 minutes in the oven with caramelized sugar became bitter and mushy.

Only my husband that can eat anything, anything at all with some sugar sprinkled on it could eat that. So now I was with my face all red,  part from raging anger and another part from the exhausting kitchen heat. Pushing on, I started the chicken liver salad. My husband begged me to leave it alone and go out for some drinks and tapas and relax. But I hate to give up on things even if it’s clear to me that I should, but I carried on and washed those chicken livers for more than 1 hour (I’m extremely thorough). Then left the livers soaking in milk (to get the bitter/bloody taste out) for at least an hour. In another words my dinner was ready by 10pm, luckily my hubby decided to make himself a cheese sandwich and a caipiroska for me, to help with my mood. At that point, he could see my anger level had been elevated from yellow to red with the failed cake. In the end my salad was not that bad, but who cares for “not that bad” right? So, sorry everybody I have no recipes for you today, I wouldn’t dare.

Trackback URI | Comments RSS