I would’ve liked to have thought that my first food post would be about something I cooked, but my roommate’s dinner attempt last night was too misguided to ignore. He’d had a craving for quesadillas and even made a special grocery trip for supplies. However, through some combination of laziness, ineptitude and a lack of culinary knowledge, the only items he end up with were the following:
-Flour tortillas (admittedly an okay start)
-Kraft shredded Italian cheese blend (the beginning of divergence from concept)
and last but not least
-Oscar Meyer deli-style shaved rotisserie chicken breast (complete breakdown)
Fortunately he seemed to realize his disadvantageous starting position and proclaimed he would make up for it with seasonings. This, however, was not to be.
I got home from playing volleyball and was immediately informed that the quesadillas were a failure. They were “just missing something.” So I asked what he had ultimately used for seasoning. The response? The Italian cheese blend (which isn’t really a seasoning), Kraft parmesan cheese (also not a seasoning), and butter flavored spread (again, not a seasoning). That was it.
Sigh. It’s sad to see such humble attempts go so horribly awry. I agreed that the quesadillas were probably missing something, and just to prove a point I pulled some cumin out of the spice cabinet as a kind of “here’s one of those missing things.” Being that this was his first attempt at a new dish since he found hamburger helper like 10 months ago, I don’t know that I’d expect him to be trying anything new anytime soon.
I, on the other hand, hope to be doing some baking this weekend. Either some new bread recipes (ciabatta, anyone?) or I may just give baguettes yet another go.
1 comment:
I for one, have no idea what a ciabatta is, OR baguettes are.
I found your story highly amusing, to say the least. When I was younger, I dappled in the food arts. I started with making home-made pizza. This would turn out to be a disaster. The crust, of course, I didn't dare attempt--we bought the crust ready made at our local grocery store. On it I put, of course, tomato sauce, then an ENORMOUS amount of cheese. What came next proved to be my undoing.
After it was cooked, I splashed the whole pizza with Hersey Syrup. Yeah, Hersey syrup. THEN I piled on sliced pickles, sprinkled some salsa, and dumped on some salsa--as seasoning, I reasoned.
By then my father had come along. I begged him to have a piece, which he said he would ONLY if I put some bananas on there as well. I, of course, did so. He walked away, eyebrows raised, biting the slice. I never knew how disgusting it was because even I didn't dare to try it. I recently found out that it was the worst pizza ever to be brought into existance.
I have since then, however, become a much better cook. I still have to reseach ciabatta and baguettes. Maybe I'll try them one day soon.
Have fun cooking!
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