Dinner gone bad

[chickwhorips]

snap my first thought was to put potatos in it, i heard the same thing, but there were already potatos there. kinda laughed about that thought.

i put to much bullion in it. that was the problem.

the most devistating thing: i used all my fresh carrots and i don't know when i'll be able to get more.

[Veronica]

Can you rescue the carrots? Pull them out and wash them off and put them in a different stew. Or add more water?

V.

[snapdragen]

Oh, bouillon - tres salty. Can you get canned beef, chicken or vege broth easily? That would probably work better.

As much as I admire you living "in the bush", I'm not sure I could go without regular fresh vegies.

snap *feels like she needs to mail chick carrots* dragen

[Veronica]

snap *feels like she needs to mail chick carrots* dragen

I turned to Thom and asked,"How much does it cost to overnight veggies to Alaska?"

V.

[Geonz]

Oh, send 'em to me... I LOVE salty

Commiserating with you, thouigh... a rough night!! It will fade... like those biking scars...

[LBTC]

Isn't powdered mustard the antidote for too much salt? Not sure, I'm not cook, but I play one on holidays and a couple of times a year when people come over...

Sorry 'bout the seeming catastrophe, Chick. Maybe you can salvage the carrots! Good luck!

Hugs and butterflies,
~T~

[velogirl]

You're so not alone. I used to love to cook and I always made a big deal out of having dinner parties. And I always tried new recipes. I had many disasters. But the salty one is kinda funny and a good memory I have of my parents (both deceased now).

It was Easter 1989 or 1990 (I can't remember) and I was just a couple of years out of college. I had just had knee surgery so couldn't travel so I invited my parents to have Easter dinner at my little apartment. I was a HUGE coffee drinker and a pot was on when my parents arrived. Being all big-girlish, I offered my parents coffee. My dad and I both drank black but my mom liked cream and sugar. She also liked instant cofee, but that's another story.

Anyways, I give mom her coffee in one of my fancy coffee mugs. She didn't really drink it but I didn't think much of it.

I'd also baked muffins -- big, fluffy apple muffins (or some type of fruit, I don't remember). Mom takes a bite of her muffin and I notice she kinda spit it out into her napkin. Dad eats his whole muffin. I finally eat a little piece and it's totally salty. I decide to throw the muffins out to the birds (note, the birds wouldn't even eat them). I decide to make another batch of muffins....same result. I finally realize I'd put the salt into one of the cannisters and used it, thinking it was sugar.

My dad was the world's nicest guy and wouldn't have said anything because he loved me.

We all just laughed and laughed.

Oh, earlier in the week mom had spent the night with me when I had my surgery. She had thought my coffee was bad (I liked nice, flavored coffee), but we realized that she had used the salt then, too. Of course, she didn't tell me that at the time.

Silly me. I had this big-girl cannister set and needed to fill all four cannisters so I put the salt in one!!!

[Xrayted]

Hmmm, I can't say I haven't ruined a dish or two over the years. It happens. Overall, I'm considered a pretty good cook. When I cook for a gathering, it's usually the first to be gone.
Well, CWR, I say use it to your advantage. You like to hunt critters. Critters like salt. Put it out in the back yard like a salt lick and you've got meat all winter long without leaving the property.
I, of course, couldn't kill anything unless it was trying to have ME for a meal. I'm one of those people who, if I meet the meat while it's still alive, that's it. Nothing but veggies and fruit for a week. (Try that one on spelling/grammar police! )

X.

[chickwhorips]

couldn't rescue anything. carrots and all went into the trash. the dogs thought it smelled good, so thats positive.

oh and our company was a last second thing. didn't find out about it till 3 hours before eating. if i would've known i would've made something different.

velogirl i feel ya. thankfully i'm not the only one with a sodium problem. my dad is like yours. my first omlete i made as a kid had tons of shells in it, i wouldn't eat it but my dad did and smiled the whole time. gotta love dads.