Last night, I cooked up some Veal Marsala. For anyone who doesn't know, the sauce is made from butter and Marsala, which is a fortified red wine from, you guessed it, Marsala.
Anyway, we finished up dinner and SWMBO took the plates to the kitchen. A bit later I went out to get another glass of red and I spied the frying pan still sitting on the stove with some of the sauce still in it. "I'll 'ave some of that" I thought to my self, so I went over and wiped my finger through it and whacked it in my gob.
My first thought was "hmm, that didn't taste as good cold as it did warm". Then I thought "that really tastes quite ordinary". This quickly changed to "that tastes absolutely disgusting, how did we eat that?"
I went back over to have a closer look at the pan. "Hmm, what's that purple tinge I can see in there? It looks like detergent." The love of my life had been out to the kitchen and squirted some dish washing detergent in the pan intending to fill it with hot water to soak but had gotten distracted and walked off half way through the job.
I suppose she wasn't to know but why does she have to laugh so much?
