I have this way of just…screwing up in the dumbest of ways.
A couple of nights ago I made this Orange Beef Stir Fry (sans mushrooms) I found on the Allergic Living website. Although I did read through the recipe before cooking it, I have to be honest that I’ve been slacking on my mise en place lately. I could give you every excuse in the book, but what it comes down to is that I tend to convince myself that skipping this step is saving me time. Not only is that wrong–so, so wrong–but this is what got me into the most trouble all those years ago when I started cooking.
Long story short, when I was finished cooking this recipe I regarded the appearance of the stir fry with serious confusion. The sauce didn’t seem very sauce-y. It was gelatinous and somewhat chunky from the cornstarch. It was three times thicker than I expected it to be, and it was white with a soft yellow tinge–nothing like the gorgeous brown stir fry sauce shown in the picture of the dish on the website.
I dipped my finger in and took a quick taste. The flavor wasn’t bad. It might not have been the consistency I’d expected, but it wasn’t awful. I called out that dinner was served, and we all sat down at the table to eat.
Although it didn’t taste bad, and my husband and daughter were both eating it, I couldn’t shake the fact that something was off with the sauce. Then it hit me: THE BEEF BROTH.
I’m guessing the 3/4 cup of beef broth I was supposed to add with the cornstarch/orange juice mixture would have made a huge difference in the outcome of this dish. When I realized my mistake, I sheepishly admitted it to my husband, who did a horrible job of disguising the fact that he’d known something was off.
I have vowed to myself to return to my mise en place ways. This cannot happen again.
Also this week, I made Cinnamon Roll Bread for Emily’s week 9 baked milk challenge. It’s gorgeous AND terrifyingly delicious. Swaps I made for allergies: vanilla almond yogurt in place of the plain Greek yogurt, and a flax egg in lieu of the real egg. This bread truly tastes like cinnamon rolls. It’s dangerous to have a whole loaf of it calling my name from the kitchen.
My husband will be away with a friend on a camping trip this weekend, so I have a rare opportunity to “cook outside the box,” so to speak. He hates all the good foods like sweet potato and quinoa and avocado, which means the kiddo and I will be trying out some different things while he’s away!