I'm off to an interesting start. The kitchen is full of unwashed dishes and I woke up feeling like Paris Hilton's private jet used me as a runway. Still, I couldn't bear to push back day one, so I carried on. I slugged through work, thinking about what may or may not be for dinner when I finally made it home.
I went to the library and checked out a Rachael Ray cookbook with 365 recipes, and easy recipes from Le Cordon Bleu. I selected a fish dish and walked to the grocery store. Then I proceeded to not buy anything the recipe called for, and bought a bunch of stuff I wanted to experiment with but have no idea how to use. Its as though I'm a compulsive liar, except that I change recipes instead of telling lies. I wonder if I'll follow even one to the letter in the next 30 days.
The result of tonight's experiment was sub-optimal. Alaskan Pollock in ginger-honey-soy glaze. Portobello mushrooms in a garlic red wine sauce, and white rice. Random items which did not compliment each other and tasted more like a sad TV dinner. I really think Rachael Ray's "Sole and Aspargus" would have been a far better option. Serves me right. Also, it doesn't help that the photo seems to have a perma-yellow sheen and looks like dinner cooked in a trailer in 1975. Yuck. Sorry about the craptastic picture, I'm still learning this camera's quirks. I will improve, promise.
Bailed on making dessert tonight. Tomorrow - espresso cake of some kind.
