The following Kitchen Tale is from Lilly about her worst ever kitchen disaster. Enjoy this short, but sweet, conversation! (Don't worry, I don't blab much at all.)
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Well....I was 18 years old, not long out of home, and in my first long term relationship. He owned a coffee shop inside the local bowling ally, and so worked late every night. I'd taken to cooking dinner at home, and taking it down to him.
It kinda grew, and I was cooking for the rest of the boys as well -- the owner, a staff member, and the mechanic....so, four of them all together. So, this day, I decided to make lemon chicken.
The house I was living in had a lemon tree in the back yard, and I'd really wanted to do something with them. So, I got the sauce all ready to go, and then realised that I didn't have any chicken. But...I had beef. I thought...what the hell? We'll give this a try.
Well! It may have been okay...if I hadn't been so heavy handed with the lemon. But, I had this idea that if you're going to make something lemony, then it darn well better taste lemony!
I took it down to the alley...You should have seen them all suck their faces in! It was tart. VERY tart!
I still haven't lived it down!
I'm wondering how many lemons you used!
Quite a few! Four or five, from memory! Beef and lemon don't really blend well.
I'll be sure to keep that in mind for the future. (Ultimate dish for revenge or pranks = super lemony beef dish!)
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