Last night before bed, I pulled out the slowcooker to get dinner started for today - something I've been doing more of lately, and it's been lots of fun! I used to make this apricot chicken dish, aeons ago, and I've been craving it for awhile. I figured (with the help of the innernets) I could figure something out that would work in the slowcooker.
I picked a couple recipes that were pretty similar & kind of blended them. I cut up some chicken breasts (OK, Mr.Q did that part, coz I just cannot stand to handle raw meat) and dredged them in flour. I put them in the slowcooker with some mushrooms, carrots, cauliflower, a bit of sauteed onion, and a can of apricots. I put the slowcooker on when I left for work this morning, feeling quite pleased with my meal-planning-ness. A healthy one, a tasty one, and with leftovers for lunch tomorrow, even!
Mr.Q called when he got home, and I asked him to give it a bit of a stir before he started the rice. "Looks great!" he said. I got home about an hour later, and something smelled....well....funny.
I took the lid of the crockpot and - pee-yew! It smelled like cat pee. And kind of looked like barf. I thought maybe it was just me, since Mr.Q had said it smelled great. I mentioned, in passing, that I wasn't sure I wanted the chicken after all.
"Why not?" he asked.
"It kind of smells funny to me, doesn't it smell weird to you?"
"Oh, thank GAWD!" he said. "I wasn't going to say anything, but when I walked in the door, I thought - what's that awful smell?! Is there a gas leak? Did the cats pee somewhere?"
He, bless his heart, was not going to say a word - just doctor it with lots of hot sauce and eat it despite the stinkiness. While I greatly appreciate the sentiment (it is very sweet!) and his unwillingness to upset me....I have just told him, in so many words, that I would really rather know if he thinks dinner smells like cat pee, and he doesn't want to eat it.
(To which he responded: "You have to know where I was coming from! What was I going to do, greet you at the door and say 'Honey, dinner smells like piss.' How was I supposed to do that? You better blog that, too!")
So much for that apricot chicken craving. Pizza's en route....