Last night I had to race into Coles before picking my Little Lion up, and while I was in there I decided on the spur of the moment to pick up some seafood mix which appeared to consist of prawns, calamari, fish and mussels. I think. Or, they may have been scallops. Or some other sea resident.
Anyway, I'd been having cravings for seafood spaghetti. I had the most delicious seafood spaghetti in Hamilton Island and I just couldn't get it out of my mind, so I thought I'd give it a whirl and make it myself. Should be easy, right?
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Once I had Carter set up with his Tuna Mornay, I had a quick surf for a recipe but couldn't quite find what I was looking for. I remembered that it had some chili and lemon and some sort of herb... argh! Why didn't I write it down? I finally settled on a Marinara, chucked some garlic in a pan, crushed tomatoes and swished some white white in, turned it down to simmer and threw some spaghetti in a pot.
After 20 mins, I opened the seafood mix and chucked it in the sauce mix. I stirred it around for a couple of minutes but something wasn't right. It just looked... unappetising. Like, bleh. I thought that once the spaghetti was in it would improve, but after doing all that and sitting down at the table to eat, there was still something wrong.
And then I figured out what it was.
It was the smell. It was just so... well... damn fishy. Like, really off-putting funky fishy. I tried a couple of tentative bites in the hope that the taste would be so incredible that my tastebuds would overrule my nose, but my stomach rolled and I just couldn't get past it. I then chewed on a mussel and felt it squelch. Heave.
I sighed, scraped it back into the pan and the dog had some very third rate Marinara for her tea. And I then had yoghurt and banana. So, so far from my expectations. Bugger.
When was the last time you had a gastronomic disappointment?