*Who needs substitutions? As a poor college student, I set about making box-macaroni and cheese for myself. But partway through, I discovered I had no butter. No big deal, I'd just leave it out. Then I discovered I had no milk. I thought --and who thinks like this?--"well, water will at least get the cheese powder to work on these noodles, right?" And it was so disgusting. Plain noodles would have been worlds better. I gagged it all down, wondering the whole time if starving might actually be a better idea (I soon after rearranged my food budget with my generous parents and ate much better foods).
* Breakfast for a less-than-cheery roommate...Jenn was helping and had to remind me to actually turn on the heat...
"Qait, the eggs won't cook themselves, you know."
"What? I know that. What are you talking about?"
* Buttermilk Brine Chicken for Michael's WHOLE FAMILY. Whoa, nerves.
And maybe this one doesn't count because the family liked it. But I really didn't. It was SO salty. WAY too salty...I just didn't tell anyone that the chicken had been soaking up the brine for...um...maybe a week? I conveniently don't remember.
* My favorite! This one isn't so much a food disaster; the table was set, the chicken looked passable (phewf), and everything was ready. From the kitchen, I asked the guest couple to please turn off the fan over the table so it wouldn't cool the food when I put it out.
The fan broke off the ceiling and crashed into the table. :|
Whoooow...forget breaking the ice, we broke dishes. I LAUGHED! But that poor couple. They never recovered. Conversation over dinner was very shy and quiet, despite our efforts. At least the food was glass-free.
