Look at the above-pictured masterpiece compliments of my buddy, Ivon – the bacon on the inside gloriously crispy, the chicken meatloaf on the inside delectably juicy. This, my friends, is tasty perfection, something we all aspire to every time we search out a recipe, track down unique ingredients (what’s a galangal?), or don that dainty apron your significant other insists on your wearing for fear you’ll get your jeans dirty. Oh, I’ve exulted in my fair share of triumphs – amazing ice creams, delectably delicate fish, mouth-meltingly tender pork chops – but have also anguished over tragedies as well. There was the time I mistakenly substituted baking powder for baking soda in the very first chocolate cake I attempted when I was a kid (thankfully, the experience left no lasting emotional scars). And there was the butter-fried shrimp I made once that were equivalent to feasting on soggy balsa wood nuggets. And then there was this Sunday’s attempt at ice cream sandwiches…
So many things can go wrong, hubris can scuttle the surest of seabass recipes, and, sometimes, even if you do everything right, the fates may conspire against you and you end up with crumbly chocolate chip cookies.
Today it’s time to come clean. Unburden yourself. What was your greatest culinary catastrophe? Have pictures? Even better.
Some of the hits and misses from Casa Mallozzi: