Our title refers to an event where my niece, whom I think was around 7 at the time, was playing a game of charades with a group of adults. One of these adults she had a little crush on, so when she was announcing that man's wife she said "and now we have........this."
Appropriate for our meal tonight, which is the first straight up bomb since I started this experiment. I don't think it would be fair to skip the mistakes. Please enjoy this lovely photo of all things that look like puke:
That was supposed to be a butternut squash soup with bacon cornbread. Sounds good, right? Oh, but in the words of Phil Collins, something happened on the way to heaven. In analyzing the aftermath, I'd say the squash was too small and not very tasty, thereby producing a thin, bland, but amazingly still salty product. I've made this recipe before too, and it was great. Not so much tonight.
The cornbread I have no explanation for. It was COOKED IN BACON FAT for chrissakes. And it was terrible. Dry, crusty, tasteless. A brown/orange tasteless meal.
I've been sick. Really.
