Not so this time. I had all the right ingredients. Why then, did it turn into strange, burnt, crumble lemon cake? Why?! (Gloria, if you're reading this, was I supposed to cover it with foil?) Luckily, it still tasted pretty darn good. HOWEVER, presentation matters when you're having company and I served strange, burnt, crumble lemon cake. I must say that Nancy and Mark and their kids are like family to us, so they didn't care at all and liked it as it was. STILL.
Here's another memory for you. So we hosted a goodbye party for some friends of ours last year. I had planned this down to the last detail and was super excited about what I was serving. I decided to cook the chicken in the crockpot, though, to save myself time for cleaning and everything else. Did you know that if you cook chicken to death in the crockpot, it sort of ends up tasting like tuna? I didn't either. Lucky for me, I found out (in front of a houseful of guests! I'm being sarcastic! I was very unlucky). My special dinner ended up tasting like tuna casserole. I was so dismayed because only I knew how good it really could have tasted if the chicken had not turned into tuna.
So today, I was again very dismayed that my plan morphed into strangeness that no one has ever heard of. I have to say that since there was only one small row of crumble pieces left in the very large pan, presentation didn't affect the taste all that much. Thank goodness for that.
I cooked dinner for my sis and brother in law recently. I have made beef stew a jillion times and it's been fine. Why, then, when I make it for other people, does it seem undercooked? Is it the pressure of knowing it's for someone other than me and Jeff? I don't know. You just want to cry out, "I promise, I've made this before and it was good! Believe me! I'm serious! Let me make it for you again and you'll see!"
Has this ever happened to you? Help me out here, friends. Is it the pressure or what? Do you have a tragic hosting story you can share with me? I'm in need of empathy.