I don’t know about you, but when a new recipe catches my eye, I get excited. Crazy stupid excited to be exact. I go back and read it over and over until I essentially have it memorized. I get antsy for menu planning and grocery shopping day. And then I start to worry that I’ve over hyped it in my mind and it’s going to be an utter disaster. Most of the time I get lucky and that doesn’t happen. But every once in awhile, that’s exactly what happens.
Failed it. This was one of the most disgusting things I have ever eaten. When I take a bite and announce, “This is kind of gross”, you know it’s bad (not that I have low food standards, but I like to let my husband be the one to comment first since that’s the only way I get his true stance on new recipes). It had essentially no flavor which surprised the hell out of me. My husband agreed. My brother-in-law, on the other hand, thought it was good. Or so he said. I’m still not convinced he didn’t just say that because he felt obligated. The good news was that since this was so disgusting, we didn’t eat very much and had plenty of room for frozen custard.
Here, I think, is where we discover why this was the utter disaster it was. First of all, I kind of lost track of time while the pasta and broccoli were cooking so I’m pretty sure the broccoli cooked for way too long (it wasn’t crisp at all). I also didn’t use asparagus or green beans because we were out. And I cut back on the balsamic vinegar since the husband’s not a huge fan. And that, I believe, is where it all went downhill. You absolutely need the balsamic vinegar for flavor in this dish. I don’t know what to tell you I’d do to remedy the hot mess that I called dinner because, honestly, I have no intention of making this again.
Original recipe from Fitness Magazine.