purple chicken

The other day I made some chicken.

Thought I could jazz it up -

You know -  suddenly invent something

wonderful - just me and my wits!

It's good to learn new things in the kitchen.

Get a little more comfortable with the pots and pans.

So I added a dusting of PB2.

So far, so good.

Chicken with peanut sauce. Yum!

Then I thought "Hey - this needs some liquid!"

So I grabbed a bottle of white wine,

but couldn't get the top off. Cork!

So I thought "Hey - this will work instead!"

So I grabbed a bottle of red wine. 

Because it is so fancy, it doesn't have a cork.

Well, the chicken dish was a flippin' disaster.

"Horrible" and "awful" are words

that don't even come close to describing it!

The mix started to coagulate - and bubble -

and squeak and spread! It looked like purple spattered

refried beans - and tasted like a gritty peanut butter massacre.

Purple Chicken Surprise! (Want some?)

So, I had to throw the whole thing out.

It was a relief!

I vowed to learn more.

More about cooking and 

How and why certain things work

And other things do not work!

And to get some recipes on line.

And in books. And learn to follow them!

So I got over myself, and never missed a beat!

It's much better to classify "mistakes"

As "learning opportunities!

Takes away the silly feeling of failure.

Now, some of the "rules" I learned in weight loss -

I am learning to transfer to other area of life, as well!

About time!

I've suffered from rectal - cranial inversion long enough!

Onward and downward - 

Anne H