Last Saturday, I managed to cook something taken out of the cookbook that I bought from India... that is, Tandoori Chicken.
How was my version of tandoori chicken? Compared to the authentic tandoori chicken, it was too moist and the colour was orange instead of red.
Hubby took the first bite as I looked on eagerly, and I asked, "how is it?" He replied, "Interesting flavour". Oh no, this was a bad sign. I believe that all women are capable of "reading" their husband's or boyfriend's mind under certain circumstances and therefore, in this case, what hubby really meant was: It tasted weird. I tried it myself... Apparently, I was too generous with lemon juice and it was too sour. I could taste the ginger too... not good.
Another flop in the kitchen...