My lack of enthusiasm for cooking does not mix well with John's eye for picking out a recipe he sees and showing me. A while back he found a recipe in the LCBO seasonal cookbook. Well let me tell you, if you decide to look through one of these "seasonal" cookbooks and if you decide to try one of the recipes, well you will need to be high on crack cocaine or three sheets to the wind to actually enjoy making it. That is why it is in the LCBO cookbook.....they expect you to be drunk. At least that is what I think...because what sober person would subject themselves to the chaos that is making this recipe. I have decided a minimum of four shots of tequila will be needed before I make this again.
(A version of the recipe can be found here. Martha's has a few less ingredients. In case you want to make something like this. I suggest you don't though. Open a can of ravioli and call it a day. This will allow more time to knit.)
The recipe in the LCBO suck you in by the front cover make you think this is a great recipe for entertaining cookbook version has twenty ingredients. That's right...t.w.e.n.t.y ingredients. That is a good sixteen more then I like to see in a recipe. There are nine paragraph size, intense instructional steps to preparing this dish. As well it takes hours to make and the dirty dish fallout is horrific!!
I usually start out feeling good about making it.....I am doing something sweet for John....I know he appreciates it...he sees me meltdown as I make it and thanks me profusely afterward.....but by step four I have lost steam and from that point on I inwardly and outwardly curse the fucking recipe and vow to never make it again.....this time I left a note at the top of it to remind me of this fact.
As well the whole time I am making this recipe that has been printed in the depths of hell, I have to contend with this...
Now the good thing is that that pan does a ton of meals and can be frozen in containers all ready to go. The bad thing is that I don't feel like cooking anything for like a week afterward.
We have an away tournament for Amber in a few weeks. A whole weekend away where I will not have to cook anything for anyone. I can not wait!!!