Some Cooking Adventures

Last Friday some friends invited me up and I said I would bring a salad becuase I had the stuff for it and I had (accidentally, of course!) bought a load of iffy produce so I wanted to use it up before it used itself up. I don't know what I was thinking as I was shopping. So I made the salad, sliced the tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots and lettuce and dumped a pile of parmesean cheese on it. Only to look in the cheese bag and see a HUGE clump of mold. I then stuck my nose in the salad and discovered that it, too, smelled. But I had to bring it because I said I would bring a salad. But these folks are -- rightly so -- pretty paranoid about stuff like raw meat, I didn't think they would like moldy cheese. So I, slowly, by hand, picked all the lettuce and carrots and broccoli (forgot to mention that earlier) and cucumbers, and tomatoes and put it in a new bowl, leaving the old cheese behind. I then put good cheese on it, in the new bowl. It took so long and I felt like such an idiot!

Fast forward to Saturday...
I still had that salmon so I cooked it without too much problem. Except I forgot about marinade, so I had to wait because I remembered before I cooked it. But I couldn't find the correct recipe for the dip, so whatever I did find to use called for dijon. EK! I put in a lot more sour cream and it was then ok. But while I was cooking the salmon, I also grilled some chicken so I could have it on salads throughout this week (using the salad fixings I had just used up and didn't have any more of. I didn't really think about changing my weekend cooking plans just because my food supply had changed since I had shopped...). So I started the grill, and waited for it to get hot enough to scrape it clean. But I left the scraper on the grill while I waited so it melted. Eventually I got the chicken out there and it started to cook. But then I realized (worst thing yet!) that I didn't have any idea where any thing to turn over the chicken would be. I started frantically going through boxes and opening cupboards. By the time I was done the kitchen floor was a sea of crumpled newspaper and I found a sort of soup serving spoon/ladle and a normal dinner fork. But I was too late. Two chicken breasts were ruined. But then, I still don't have any salad...