Last week Tarah decided to ask her readers to ask her questions. I guess she needed some new blog-able writing. So I asked her - among other things - What's your worst "Honeymoon" cooking disaster? (The thing you laugh about now, because Seth's sure you tried to poison him)? And then I promised that I'd share mine. Well, much to my dismay, Tarah did not try to (inadvertently) poison Seth. BUT! I did promise to share my Honeymoon Poison Disaster.
About a month after we got married, I was still having trouble even coming up with something to make for dinner - let alone cooking it right. I'd been a nanny for a family that was big into marinated chicken breast the previous year. So I thought I'd try that. And since we were "just starting out" and didn't have a whole lot in the way of baking, cooking, and seasoning ingredients, I used what I had. I defrosted the chicken breast and poured over a marinade made (strictly!) of orange juice and pepper. Maybe salt too. But the pepper was really... heavily administered. And then I left it to marinate. A long time. I think all day.
So dinner time arrived, and I was all proud to serve my (ORIGINAL) marinated chicken breast. Only then did Matt and I realize that when you marinate chicken in orange juice ALL DAY LONG it tastes like you're eating an orange. A very peppery orange. In fact, so peppery you barely could force it down. It was so far beyond "tastefully spicy". It just tasted like generic pepper. And orange. No chicken flavor left. We could have been eating marinated cardboard; we'd never have known the difference.
And then came my hubby's famous words. The live on... and will, I fear... for years and years to come.
"Honey, I love you. But please don't ever make that again."