It tasted...funky. Like too much feta or not enough garlic. Or too much tomato and not enough feta. Something was amiss. And, as usual, whenever I make a recipe that just doesn't turn out, I end up with way more food than I anticipated. It's as if the food gods are mocking me. "Oh, Anne is trying to cook today, we better some how double the recipe so she has piles of stanky tasting pasta."
Tonight I would make my comeback.
I selected a recipe. One that has only a few ingredients, and one that requires more combining than cooking. Also one that would be delicious and not take too much time.
Cook some chicken, dice some tomatoes. Toss in lettuce and mix in buffalo sauce (I used premade). Spread the blue cheese and wrap it up.
I like tomatoes. And knives in unexpected colors. Dicing courtesy of B.
A kitchen success!