If At First You Don't Succeed...

It's a scary thing when I decided to tackle a new recipe. First thing I do is pull Vance into the kitchen with me for a little comic relief as well as moral support. Vance's Mom gave me a cookbook for Christmas that I finally got around to thumbing through. First up on the cutters block... Chicken Alfredo.

I whipped out my handy dandy cookbook and pulled out all ingredients needed from our still not organized pantry.

Things quickly got rolling as I had my assembly line of bowls and ingredients ready to go. Flour...check, egg wash...check and bread crumbs...check.

The first chicken breast went into the hot skillet simmering with butter and oil. How could things possibly go wrong from here...

To answer my own question, they can go very, very wrong. This is where Vance's moral support factor comes in to major play. The Hubs was optimistic that we could turn this undercooked, charred piece of chicken into something he could manage to shove down his throat. I set my disappointment and burnt bird aside, gave the not so simmering skillet a rinse and gave it another go.

The moral of this story, if at first you don't succeed... Cry, Scream, Curse, Hug Your Husband and Try Again! Minus the complete disregard for portion control, the Chicken Alfredo came out rockin'! And the made from scratch cheese sauce, super awesome. And for those of you wondering about my charred chicken...

Vance scrapped off the crispiness, cut into chunks and I re-floured, washed and crumbed the suckers. I threw them back into the skillet and tousled them around for a while on a much lower temperature and whaalaa...homemade chicken nuggets! They were actually pretty tasty.

How did you r dinner go last night?