I. Had. A. Serious. Meltdown. After 3 hours in the kitchen, (while everyone else was enjoying sun by the pool) I ruined everything, I had to through away all the food I made, and nearly cried.
I was making a meat sauce with fresh tomatoes, so in total is was going to take around 2 hours. As I started this, I thought I would make gnocchi since it also takes a long time... admittedly, I knew all I had to work with were the
wrong potatoes. but of course, I am such a genius in the kitchen by now, I'll make it work (yeah right).... The sauce is just minutes away from being ready, smells amazing, taste delicious, all I wanted was to reduce the juices a little, I turned the heat up a smidge and started doing dishes, next thing I know my nose smells it, I turn as quickly as possible, lift the lid, stir the sauce...... BURNT....BURNT. BURNT. BURNT.
I couldn't believe it, it was amazing just a minute before and I burnt it, I ruined it after two hours of perfection, with one minute of idiocy... hhuuuuuugggghhhhhhhhhhhhh
This isn't actually mine, but there was no way I was taking a picture of food I ruined.
Deep Breath, move forward... I peel the potatoes, and can tell they are too wet, but Carla had said, when you have wet potatoes (meaning they are too fresh, and not dried out yet) just add more flour. I add more flour, and more flour, and more flour, and they just are not getting to the right consistency. For some kind of cruel punishment to myself I keep at it, rolling the dough, cutting the gnocchi, the entire time really thinking that it will not be right. I start a 4 cheese sauce, to make up for the meat sauce in the trash, and notice one of the cheeses isn't melting the same way as the others. It won't turn into a sauce form, it is just staying rubbery and looks disgusting, with the luck I'm having at this point, I throw a couple pieces of gnocchi in boiling water, to taste before spending another 30 minutes of rolling and cutting potato dough.
BLAH. CHEWY, FLOURY, WRONG.
Does this ever happen to her???
Now, I have starving guest, a huge mess, and nothing edible. After a little banging of pots and pans, lots of swearing, and filling the trash can with what was supposed to be lunch, I busted out the box of Barilla and that bottle of Ragu, swallowed my pride and served it with salad. Everyone was really polite, and keep saying how good the food was (kind of made me want to strangle them... j/k)
Would have been easier.
Lesson Learned. I am not quite a guru, I am still learning, and sometimes sauce burns..... Hey, it's just food. I have not lost my passion for cooking and will happily try again, luckily Carla comes tomorrow, I think it will be a cooking lesson/ therapy session and since we are making Tiramisu I will be eating away my sorrows. THEN TACKLING ANOTHER HOME MADE MEAT SAUCE!!!!!