Dinner tonight was a total wash. Seriously. It started with a totally inedible meal made by yours truly. I've never had that happen before. I mean, I've tried recipes that were inedible but it was always the first and last time. Tonight's dinner was a meal that we always love, all three of us, and I've made it like 50 times at least. It's the pasta recipe I shared here, with a few modifications for Swee'pea.
I don't know what went wrong but it was horribly, stomach-turningly bitter. I think it must have been the asiago; it's the only thing I can think of. But I don't know what would happen to asiago that would make it so awful. It was just packaged the day before yesterday.
Anyways, we threw in our forks, and decided to order pizza. When Sugar D returned and we opened up the steaming box, with Swee'pea yelling enthusiastically, "Naaaa!" (Snack!!"), the pizza looked funny. It had sundried tomatoes and broccoli on it, which we hadn't ordered. Oh well, we got the wrong pizza but were hungry enough and desperate enough to rid our mouths of the nasty bitterness of the last dish, we almost ate it. Then we noticed the chicken bits and barbecue sauce. No way could I stomach the thought of barbecue sauce on pizza, and neither could Sugar D, a vegetarian. The pizza place offered to replace the pizza, deliver it on a rush basis, and give us a credit for next time. Having ordered many a pizza from them, that sounded good. (Ok, so I really had to argue and emphasize the whole vegetarian and chicken thing, and I could see Sugar D cringing when I told the customer service rep, "I don't like that answer, can I speak to someone else?" but I got the credit.)
And we waited. I figured it might get here in as early as 15 minutes. Nope. Well, definitely half an hour. Nope. So I call the pizza place again and get put on hold and listen to a message about how they don't offer time guarantees on replacements for unsatisfactory pizzas. Eventually, someone talks to me, and eventually, some time after I hang up, the pizza arrives.
Hurray! By this point, it's been an hour and 20 minutes since we ordered the first pizza after our original inedible dinner. And the pizza has a disgusting amount of pesto on. I love pesto, but seriously, this was like a centimetre thick across the whole thing. The pizza was entirely green and very very salty (I also love salt, but discovered tonight that even I have my limits). I called back, and they offered to remake the pizza, again, but we'd lost our appetite for pizza of any kind and just told them to use less pesto next time.
This dinner was jinxed.
And to top it off, it's 9:45 pm, and Swee'pea is still awake. But that is a topic for another post, I think.
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