Monday, March 30, 2009
A Clean Palette
We usually have our Sunday roast in the evening, it's a good way to round off the weekend as well as to ensure everyone is home early enough for the upcoming school week. This time I needed to hold the meal back a little because our youngest, returning from a football tournament in England, had had her flight home delayed by around half an hour or so.
No real problem, right?
So I carved the chicken and wrapped it in foil, leaving it to keep warm in the oven. Clearing up as I went along, I soaked and scrubbed a few pots, then spying the roasting pan where the chicken had been, I tossed in some red peppers to stir them in to roast with the juices.
Finally, ravenous, plates piled high, we all sat down to eat. I sensed something amiss when Abby upchucked a forkful. This was quickly followed by Matt. Husband bravely swallowed down on his, hesitantly enquiring how I'd cooked the peppers..
He claimed they were, um, well, slightly perfumed?
Clueless, I tried one.
OH MY GOD - they were rancid! Ugh, ugh, ugh - I ran to wash the taste off with a glass of water. Abby opened her mouth to say something, and a little bubble escaped her lips, sailing out to float across the table.
Well, Lord knows I've threatened often enough to wash their mouths out with soap - teehee - just never realised that one day I'd actually up and do it.
It was an accident folks, honest! No malice intended. When I'd removed the chicken from the roasting pan, I'd squirted half a bottle of washing up liquid in there, intending to put it in for a soak. I clean (pardon the pun) forgot when I stirred the peppers in five minutes later.
In fairness, the roasting pan is black, and I was also watching a particularly gruesome episode of "Crime Scene" at the time.
Oh, c'mon - sheesh, they have no sense of humour at all, my lot!
(Tip-toeing out, grinning Sheepishly.)