Sunday, February 21, 2010


I’ve heard of “rubber chicken” when folks talk about having to attend big conferences and awards dinners where lackluster food is served. But it wasn’t until this evening that I was the one responsible for serving it! Oh my God! It was terrible! I honestly haven’t a clue what the heck went wrong. All I know is that the knife bounced right off the chicken breast. We’re lucky nobody lost an eye! Chuck reaffirmed his eligibility for sainthood by simply saying that I have “made better meals” - - - and then he ate it! There was a moment when I wondered if I had purchased a fake chicken breast like the plastic sushi in the windows of some Japanese restaurants; or the wax fruit on my grandmother’s dining room table.

It was dreadful.
And, I’ll admit it, I cried.
Trust me, that chicken was no laughing matter!


Sue said...

Oh Lee! Your food always sounds so delicious, I'm sure that Chuck will allow slip-ups once every now and then. We've all done it! I made chicken once that looked like it was stewed in mud. Jacques also ate it and we laughed about it for ages after... good luck next time ;)

dancingmorganmouse said...

O, that's sad, sympathies. I know how you feel, food failure really hits you, I've wept over a curdled quiche, it that makes you feel any better.
And good for Chuck, but then he's a boy, they'll eat almost anything really :)

Miss Rachel said...

Oh dear, that sounds terrible, but take heart, everyone has food disasters once in a while.

Pink Granite said...

Hi All -
Thank you!!!
It's very gratifying to know that I am not alone in the occasional food disaster - and even a subsequent meltdown!

I'm happy to report that I made it to the laughter stage already. I'm also very happy to report that I made a subtle reference to the rubber chicken today and it took Chuck a couple of seconds to know what I was talking about!
- Lee