TheUltimateFixx
Bluelighter
Sooo my mother announced that she's cooking (we share kitchen duties) and we're having pork with onion sauce for dinner today. Unfortunately for me the onion sauce is made with brandy.
Being a drinker on insufficient amounts of beer (as my consumption gets frequently commented on which kinda spoils the enjoyment) I regularly resort to whatever other alcohol is in the house even though I dislike the taste. So our 'brandy' a mere week after it was bought has consisted of nothing but water with a dash of soy sauce for the correct colouring. I had rather hoped it wasn't gonna be used (since it's only rarely used) until my next payday when I would be able to afford replacing this with actual effing BRANDY. Well no such luck.
I therefore 'generously' volunteered to look after the dish for 10 mins so my mother could 'take time off her feet' . I proceeded to pour the whole revolting mess which by then was stinking to high heaven (thank fuck her sense of smell seems to be going with advancing age) through a sieve, rinsed the onions and put them back into the pan with butter, paprika and some champagne for that alcohol taste. Tbh they still don't smell quite right and I'll be steering clear of most of them.
Oh yeah and the vodka is plain water and the port is water with some red food dye. Thankfully no dishes planned with either just yet. Fingers crossed.
Being a drinker on insufficient amounts of beer (as my consumption gets frequently commented on which kinda spoils the enjoyment) I regularly resort to whatever other alcohol is in the house even though I dislike the taste. So our 'brandy' a mere week after it was bought has consisted of nothing but water with a dash of soy sauce for the correct colouring. I had rather hoped it wasn't gonna be used (since it's only rarely used) until my next payday when I would be able to afford replacing this with actual effing BRANDY. Well no such luck.
I therefore 'generously' volunteered to look after the dish for 10 mins so my mother could 'take time off her feet' . I proceeded to pour the whole revolting mess which by then was stinking to high heaven (thank fuck her sense of smell seems to be going with advancing age) through a sieve, rinsed the onions and put them back into the pan with butter, paprika and some champagne for that alcohol taste. Tbh they still don't smell quite right and I'll be steering clear of most of them.
Oh yeah and the vodka is plain water and the port is water with some red food dye. Thankfully no dishes planned with either just yet. Fingers crossed.