I was hoping to go three for three in regards to great dinners. Monday’s chicken sandwich for M and brie tomato for me was delicious. Tuesday’s Thai feast was awesome. I wanted Wednesday night’s dinner to be just as good.

I planned on making fried rice with the ridiculous amount left over from last night’s failed rice cooker attempt and some odds and ends from the fridge. Sounded like a good idea.

My fried rice is usually foolproof, but for some reason, maybe I stirred too much, the rice came out gummy and overly soft. And for all the seasonings and different veggies I threw in there, it was oddly bland.  Strike one.

The pork chop I had been marinating for three days looked good. It fried up well – golden brown and toasty smelling. M said it tasted great – oh wait –M was super late for dinner and did not tell me so when he got to the pork chop, it was room temperature. I had even managed to cook it all the way through.Definitely not as good as it looked coming out of the pan. Strike two. (I usually write out what I plan on making for dinner and its ingredients on a Post-It every day.)

Just as I got to the salad, dressed in my homemade Asian miso dressing, I realized it was not sweet enough. The honey dried up in the bottom of the huge bottle and I could not get enough out to balance the vinegar and soy sauce. Strike three.And I am out.

xoxo,

Jenn