Kitchen ‘disasters’ happen to the best of cooks. I doubt there is a cook alive who hasn’t had a mishap at some time. In fact, if you google ‘kitchen disasters’, you’ll get quite a few links. More than ‘disaster’ in literal terms, these mishaps are usually just a source of huge frustration and inconvenience. I had one recently…and it wasn’t pretty.
This meal didn’t start out pretty. It didn’t even end that pretty. But it was delicious and I wanted to share it with you.
I decided I wanted to make meatless-meatballs and set off without a recipe. (That was a mistake but not the cause of the kitchen disaster.) I don’t know what caused my magic bullet to explode when it was full of wet kale, leaving it all over my wall, counter, coffee pot and adjacent stove. Perhaps it was because the kale was warm or perhaps I just didn’t have it inserted properly. But it was mess.
Kale + Ricotta Cakes (or balls if you use the proper ratio of ingredients)
Blend all ingredients and form into balls. Because my mixture was wetter and looser than actual meatballs, I used an ice cream scoop rather than my hands. But, also because it was wetter and looser, it didn’t hold together as a ball when I set in the fry pan. That’s why I’m calling this Kale + Ricotta “Cakes”.
But they were delicious and I highly recommend them with the correct ratios of wet to dry ingredients.
Pan-Seared Tomatoes + Basil
Meantime, I pan-roasted grape tomatoes and wilted some basil leaves with a little olive oil and a dash of chicken broth.
Most kitchen disasters are a result of carelessness or rushing…”not being in the moment”. Sometimes, they’re averted and the meal survives after the clean-up like mine did. Sometimes it’s just an abort, like Elly’s “The Baked Veggie and Brown Rice Pilaf that Made Me Want to Punch a Hole in the Wall”. Her mishap was worse because it happened in the oven and the spilled food stuck and continued cooking.
I’m also reminded of a time when my sister was about 9 months pregnant and was taking a family-sized dish of stuffed shells out of the oven when…disaster! As I recall, the pyrex didn’t break so we scooped it up and ate it! Who wants to see a pregnant woman cry?