Main course was chicken, mushrooms, and onions sauteed in butter, seasoned with onion and garlic powder, as well as herbs de Provence. I put that over some angel hair pasta--the ronzoni smart pasta, which is enriched with all these vitamins.
I also made Brussels sprouts, corn, and garlic bread.
The interesting story was the appetizer--in the spirit of adventure, we bought a can of smoked oyster, though that whole phrase offends our delicate sensibilities. So, I put those on a plate with some cheese and crackers, to await Michael's return home from work.
These oysters are most reminiscent of rat brains, and they smell like formaldehyde. Michael comments that they more closely resemble cat testicles. Either way, not something that I am looking forward to putting in my mouth. Mike, with much apprehension, tosses one down. Eyes widen in surprise, and he comments, "It's actually kind of good...much better than I thought."
I am blown away--Mike is sitting here telling me he LIKES it. Slowly he saunters over to the other counter, assuring me that the taste was more pleasant than he expected. Gung-ho, I bounce over to try it....and catch Mike swilling whiskey and coke around in his mouth to remove the flavor.
Oh, fuck you, Mike, lol.
He just wanted to take me down with him. I did end up relenting--I swallowed it whole, with a good deal of salsa, and it still churned my stomach.
Overall, I was not impressed, but Mike choked it down. The kids pretty much avoided it all together, except for the bed. The entree was not bad, it was just nothing to write home to mom about. The sprouts got a little over done and so bitter, and corn is corn--who can mess that up? I will try again tomorrow to make a more satisfactory dish.
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