The week has been weird.
It first started off with an epic attempt at gourmet cooking for the Easter Meal. Actually the strangest start to the week was that we had “Easter Dinner” on Monday. But anyway, I LOVE to cook. There was a time when I seriously deliberated not finishing my Bachelor’s Degree (I only had one year left! Crazy person!) and enrolling in Cooking School. Thankfully, I spent that summer in training under the Chef at the new and improved “Grizzly Grill” and soon learned that I wasn’t meant to have a career in cooking. But I still love cooking…everyday I look forward to cooking something tasty and I gotta say, I’m not a half bad cook
These days I usually just cook for myself. Sometimes my boyfriend but never large groups of people like I had done in Colorado. Easter dinner was finally my chance to impress a larger crowd! I decided to make a Caesar Salad, garlic and herb mashed potatoes and “chicken fritters.” Late Sunday Night I slaved over the hot stove boiling potatoes , mincing garlic and shallots, pouring heavy whipping cream (the secret to heavenly potatoes), melting butter (if your food doesn’t taste that good….just add more butter!), chopping a ridiculous amount of chicken, and my favorite part..shredding cheese. Cheese is something I simply cannot live without.
Although I have never made a chicken fritter before in my life, I was like, “How hard can it be? I’ll just wing it!” No recipe, No nothing! I mix together pounds of this chopped chicken I had just cooked and seasoned(which ended up being a crazy concoction of about 30 different spices…BIG NO in chef world) and throwing it in a big bowl along with whip cream, shallots, cream cheese, and cheese….a crazy amount of cheese. I had this vision that my fritters would turn out something like a cheese stick: tons of gooey cheese but with a surprise of chicken. Are you getting an idea of where this is headed?
I gathered bread crumbs and mixed it with herbs and flour (as if the 30 spices on the chicken were not enough!) and then decided I would not dip the mixture in an egg solution of any kind. The mixture was moist enough….I figured…moist enough to hold on a floury encasing surely. I don’t have a deep friar, so I poured a heck of a lot of olive oil in a pan on the stove and turned that puppy onto medium low heat…my stove is practically an antique all the temperature gauges are off so most of the time I just guess! By now its nearing midnight and I am ready to be done with cooking…I had been at it for a good 2 hours and I just wanted to hit the sack.
I toss in the fritters and notice the oil wasn’t exactly bubbling hot like its supposed to be…Oh well….whatever. More and more fritters go into the pan. I watch the fritters “fry” and notice the oil doesn’t cover them completely. I think, “Oh well, I will just flip them over after a few minutes.” YEAH RIGHT. In a few minutes there were no visible solid objects in the pan. Panicking I touch a heap of a now “life less” fritter and it completely desentigrates into a brown mush. I touch more of the remains of the other fritters to find they had suffered the same fate.I now was cooking a thick brown greasy soup, that was sure to be a crowd pleaser at the Easter Dinner. After five minutes of brainstorming on how to fix this hash that was once chicken fritters I realized there was only one thing that could be done. With a swift flick of the wrist I skillfully tossed the “chicken fritter soup” in its entirety into the trash. COOKING FAIL.
Other weird things that happened to me this week: going to the store and not realizing I left my wallet until I was at the register; I ended up paying with my boyfriends credit card that was randomly at the bottom of my purse. I hope I don’t look like a Josh! Leaving a flash drive with necessary information…vital information on it at work; my driver’s side door deciding not to open. (that has been fun…I feel European…not really)
Last night I grabbed tea with a friend in the cutest coffee shop ever. I had not seen her since my sister’s wedding in Colorado so there was much to talk about. We chit chat back and forth about life until she says, “I’ve had an off week.”
I’m like,”Me too…it’s something in the air I guess.”
“First it started off with this total disaster of food I was bringing to Easter Dinner!” She exclaimed.
Eyes bulged. Am I hearing this!?
She went on to tell me that she made koleslaw that turned completely purple. Like Barney the dinosaur purple.
After I tell her about my lovely, “Chicken fritter soup” we suddenly both burst into laughter…at our selves ….at each other…..at the whole situation.
Learn to laugh at yourself!!! When life throws you lemons….if you were me….you would eat them and be happy because you LOVE lemons….but if life throws you lemons make lemonade!!!
You will be a happy person If you learn to not take yourself too seriously and laugh a lot!