Expiration Update
I was going to create a mystery and give a prize for solving it.
Instead, I'm just going to solve the mystery set out in the last post.
When you cook and Soy is called for, don't use the bottle that is clearly labelled Worcestershire that is next to it in the door bin in the refrigerator.
Next suggestion, if I ever open a restaurant, do not patronize it.
Finally, Fermi, you need not bother PDM with this.
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according to family lore, when my parents were dating, my dad's mother hosted a picnic. my dad's mother was not known for being a good cook in any way. yet, there was something especially wrong with the iced tea on this occasion. however no one said anything. no one, that is, except my mother who exclaimed quite loudly "who put SALT in the iced tea?!" everyone around her tried to shush her but it was too late -- the damage was done.
that apparently set the tone for their relationship from that day forward.
I was about to do a third post on this my Sunday humiliation, when I got your comment. Rather than a post, I'd thought to title Culinary Trois, Finale, here's the end of the story:
I, being loath to waste, had not thrown out the mess last night. After posts one and two today, and upon the discovery of my error, I ground on some pepper and added a few sprinkles of the real Soy. Simmered for awhile, it wasn't bad; and, I'm not guilty of waste.
I think it's your Grandmother's salt in the Soy having found it's proper place.
I 'bothered PDM' anyway, and he got a chuckle out of these two posts. :-)
Don't feel bad, though. When my mom was house- and cat-sitting for us this past August during our vacation, she had a similar experience. On one of our phone calls that week, she mentioned that our 'pepper' tasted strange. She wanted to know what kind we were using. I told her we have your basic black peppercorns. Then I asked her to describe the pepper mill she was using. When she said it was a small plastic one, I told her that the real pepper was in a larger wooden mill, and that she had been grinding fresh coriander seeds onto her tomatoes. I have no doubt that they tasted very odd.
Too funny, guys - that includes you too fermicat. I use a one term covers both sexes there.
I read this post, then the one below it, commented on the lower post and then came up to this one and checked the comments. Boy, am I glad I did that too!
Dave -you redeemed yourself in my book by dabbling with the pork concoction today and nothing was wasted! Good job. Had to really chuckle too though over the salty iced tea and coriander tomatoes though.
I think - best I can remember - the worst screw-up I've made -other than burning stuff - in the kitchen was the year I made the Thanksgiving pumpkin pies and forgot to add the sugar to the pumpkin/egg mixture. No one could figure out why they tasted so bitter!
For that matter, if you're making banana bread and you're reaching for the jar of cinnamon, make sure you're not actually grabbing the curry.
I'm just sayin'.
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