Yesterday I decided to make something new for supper. Like most people I have a list of favourites that I make over and over and in my mind a switch flipped and I needed to surprise myself. This is not usually greeted with open arms by my ladies because my adventures into the culinary arts usually involve me saying "Fuck it!" a lot and making really odd food.
What I settled on was baked potatoes and sweet and sour veggies. I know that a mix of onions, mushrooms, pineapple, and red pepper in a sweet and sour sauce is *supposed* to be paired with rice, but I won't stand for being pushed around by the cooking police, I am going to go my own way!
After looking up a sweet and sour recipe on the internet I produced what I thought was a quite nice sweet and sour veggie dish. Everyone agreed that it was a fine thing in and of itself. The combination of it with baked potato was met with substantially more suspicion. I was pleased with how potato with melted butter and sweet and sour sauce tasted and I enjoyed the meal greatly. As is usual for me my enjoyment was ramped up because I had ignored the prevailing advice and just done whatever the hell I wanted. Nothing makes victory sweeter than knowing that you ignored the establishment and did it your own way!
But it would have been even better on rice. Dammit.