The Object of My Dejection – Bad Stew Day

The Object of My Dejection — Tell us about the object of your dejection — something you made, a masterpiece unfinished, or some sort of project that failed to meet your expectations. What did you learn from the experience? How would you do things differently next time?

So recently I’ve gotten back into cooking.  I like making chicken vegetable soup, beef stew, chilli, fajita ect.  Normally stuff turns out good and I really enjoy making it.  sometimes I’m not even in the mood to eat what I’m making but I am having fun putting it together.   Sometimes the recipe needs tweaking so I’ll call my neighbor that had lived out east in NFLD and Nova Scotia and has experience with down home cooking.  He has a knack for putting stuff together like magic.  Ta Da!   So I was having my dad and step mom over on Sunday and I didn’t have a lot of money to get groceries and I wanted to make something to eat for everyone so no one had to spend money.  So I pulled out the stewing beef and carrots, celery, onions and potatoes and decided to do it in the slow cooker so I wouldn’t have to do on the stove cooking while they were here so we could go shopping or go for a walk.   Well it wasn’t tasting right.  I used low sodium beef broth which I have used before but for some reason it wasn’t the right flavour and I was quite disappointed.  I was quite embarrassed since I don’t see my dad very often and wanted to impress them. So I called my neighbour to see what he suggested.  He said soya sauce, a tad of lemon juice and tomato paste.   I have done this before and it turned out great.   To be honest this batch really sucked.   It had a metallic taste to it for some reason.   I was fed up and the more I tweaked it the worse it got.  So I gave up and told my dad and his wife that it was really bad and that I don’t want to serve it cause I wont even eat it.   None the less at the end of the day the stew ended up in the flusher and we went to the mall to get food at the food court.


I Turned Out Like My Mother

My mom is a silly and happy lady who smiles a lot and makes up funny song from the top of her head.   She had a song to sing to each cat in the house.   This was cool when I was younger but not as a teenager.  It was quite embarrassing and I said I never want to be like that.  As an example when I was 16 and doing groceries it started to snow and my mom stuck out her tounge out  to catch snowflake which made me blush and be extremely embarrassed.  Then a school bus full of high schoolers drove by as my mom had her tounge out.   Oh the embarrassment!  I could have just die!  I turned around so no one could see who I was, and hoped a hole would open up beneath my feet and take me away.  So to make a long story short, I did turn out like my mom.   In the mornings when I go for coffee one of my cats follows me into the kitchen and while I’m putting the kettle on I’m singing to Peter (my orange and white, 3 y.o. and M) with his nickname being “Silly Butt”.   So I’m starting to sing “Silly butt, silly butt, silly butt butt butt” to the theme of the Lone Ranger song.  So I stop string my coffee and just bow my head and chuckle out loud.   Well I could be a grumpy old goat but I think singing silly made up songs makes me smile and feel happy.   I’m sure it confuses my neighbour who will sometimes hear me yell at the cats (Rosie is my other one, Black and white, 7 y.o. F) “Okay, who has the stinky butt?”  I should make them clean their own litter box.   Peew.  I swear something must have crawled up their butt and died.