So, last night was one of those meals where you really wonder 'why do I bother?'. I was trying a recipe for fried udon noodles from one of my new 30-minute cookbooks and took a left turn somewhere past edible and into 'there's so much salt I could preserve dead bodies' land.
Sure, my first sign should have been when I spilled the tahini jar and ended up with sesame goo all down my arm and all over the counter (a texture I should add that reminds me so much of that troll bogey scene from Harry Potter). So instead of spending my afternoon trying to manhandle the tahini, I opted for white miso.....yeah..not the best of ideas. But Toughest Critic put on his brave face when he went for the gallon of water and loaf of bread instead of the zantac right away.
Since I won't be posting the recipe (unless you do plan on preserving dead bodies - though I'm not sure what that says about my readership), I'll post the picture: