So, I had a great plan for this week’s veggie dish. I thought it would work, got the ingredients, and went to work on it.
Yeah…. not so much.
The first and biggest mistake was that I purchased the fresh ginger and snow peas at the grocery store. I just couldn’t get to whole foods this week because of a doctor’s appointment, so I figured I’d give the supermarket one final shot. BIG mistake.
So, here’s how the recipe disaster went down:
I washed and prepared the carrots, mushrooms and snow peas, and started cooking the chicken pieces. At this point I got the fresh ginger and started to peel it. It was grey, and dark brown inside. It had started to rot. I guess, from reading, it’s not uncommon for supermarkets to keep ginger root on the shelf till it rots, wrinkles and shrinks up. But mine didn’t look bad from the outside, and it felt firm. I thought it was good. I was oh so wrong.
Okay, so now I don’t have my main spice ingredient, but I’ve already started this. What to do. Well, what I did was stare inside my refrigerator for what seemed like forever trying to think what I could substitute. I had tossed all condiments containing soy, thus no soy sauce and no teriyaki sauce. Only some soy free barbecue sauce and a peach whiskey dipping sauce. Then I saw it! An unopened bottle of Kikkoman’s plum sauce (soy free) laying on its side on the bottom shelf, behind the molasses and olives. Not what I had planned, but I was sure I could make this work.
So I started frying the ingredients, chicken, garlic, carrots, mushrooms, and finally the snow peas and a little plum sauce to flavor the dish. It actually looked very appetizing.
I plated it up, took a a photo, and finally took a bite….
…..oh, geeze! Bleck!
The sauce was plain but doable, the carrots, chicken and mushrooms were okay, but the main element of the dish–the snow peas–that I was trying to highlight, were a disaster. I cooked them quickly to keep their crispness, as I’ve done so many times before with great success. But when I chewed into them this time, their texture wasn’t tender and sweet….they seemed squeeky. It surprises me that I can’t describe it any other way. When I chewed, they actually squeeked against my teeth. And, to make matters worse, they tasted like they were bathed in some sort of bitter chemical.
All I can do is laugh. Once again, supermarket produce failed me miserably. I threw out another meal.
When will I ever learn.