Happy Wednesday, awesome readers!
Maybe I’m stubborn and maybe I’m just delusional but yesterday I tried once again to cook with red meat.
Result? Another #KitchenFail.
I just don’t get it and to be frank, I’m starting to think that I never will.
(Also known to my teenagers as the danger zone.)
PPS. If you’re lazy or short for time, let me just summarize for you: My kitchen hates me.
Yesterday’s dinner disaster all started in the meat aisle of the grocery store. Even I have to admit that to any other random shopper, I too looked like a random shopper.
Back at home in said danger zone, I rolled up my sleeves and proceeded to cook dinner with a kind of determination usually only reserved for super-heroes. Or people who suffer from delusions.
The truth is that I did everything right. I even had a checklist.
Alas the moment of truth . . .
DEAR RED MEAT: YOU WIN.