Just when I think I’m ready to venture off on some culinary tangent, the kitchen reminds me I know little to nothing of its ways and whims. Having made a relative success of some recent forays into Moroccan tagines, I got overly-confident and carried away when I tried to do a beef version. Conjured mostly from the frazzled workings of my brain, I thought I could do it right, but this made-up recipe left the beef tough and difficult to chew. I will need to work on that.
Such semi-failures (it tasted good, flavor-wise, and the next day it was decidedly less tough) are a regular part of my cooking journey, and likely will be whenever I branch off from the tried and true recipes and methods as presented by the experts. It’s still fun to try, and the act of cooking can be an act of love when you learn to find joy in the process.
A perfect past-time for a winter day.
