I had planned Beef Stroganoff for dinner last night using my trusty recipe from the Better Homes and Garden cookbook. My afternoon got busier than expected yesterday so he volunteered to cook dinner for me. Fantastic!
When he called us all to dinner I noticed that the stroganoff gravy looked a little thinner than usual, but shrugged my shoulders and sat down. As we were eating, I was trying to figure out what he did differently than I do. The stroganoff tasted a bit funny - a little sweet? (As a side note - my husband does not like sweet food at all - he rarely eats desserts).
I ate my dinner and said something like "That was great, dear, thank you. It was a bit different than mine, a little, (hesitating) sweet. Did you put something unusual in it?" He looked confused and said no, he had followed the recipe. (Quite a triumph for him!) My daughter then popped up from the table and went to our baking cupboard and pulled out a canister. "Uh, Dad, is this the flour you used?" Yes, it was. Turns out she had been baking earlier and put the powdered sugar in the spot we usually keep the flour. He didn't notice the difference and used powdered sugar instead of flour! No wonder the gravy didn't thicken :)
Luckily, the recipe only calls for two tablespoons of flour. It made some pretty strange stroganoff!
Do you have a favorite cooking accident story?