I learned a valuable lesson last night when trying to prepare my dinner. When going vegetarian and trying to cook there are two things you should never skimp on.
1. Soy Sauce
Last night I was attempting to make a sesame noodle salad with an oriental dressing. The main ingredient for the dressing was soy sauce and the only thing I had is La Choy. Not good. Not good at all. In fact, I don't even think this was a soy sauce - it resembled soy sauce, but definitely didn't taste like it. I pitched the entire thing! Lesson learned: Buy the good stuff from an asian market. There is a difference - a big difference.
2. Food Processor
About a month ago I bought a cheapo food processor at Wal-Mart for $25 bucks. I hate it. Each time I have tried to use it, it has been a disaster. Could it be operator error? Yes. It is, but I still hate it.
There is a part that would of come in handy if I just would of read the freaking directions. Here is what happened. The lid has a spout or rather a salad shooter attachment - it is for when you put veggies down the top chute, the processor will chop and shoot the veggies out this spout into your bowl. What I didn't know is how to close this so when I make a sauce or anything else that it doesn't go flying everywhere from this spout! I know. I am an ass. So I am trying to make this dressing and it is going EVERYWHERE - it was like a scene from Hell's kitchen after a bad night of service. I tried shoving a paper towel in the shoot - nope. It was a disaster and I got really pissed. Not only did it taste like dog doo - it was all over my kitchen. I abandoned the dressing and decided to make my own! I coated my noodles with sesame oil and hot chili sesame oil, threw in some garlic and green onions and melted some Jiff peanut butter. I was pleasantly surprised that it tasted pretty good.
When my husband got home from work, I went into bitching overload about the processor! I hate it , I want a better one, this one is like a possessed demon and it hates me as much as I hate it, bitch, whine, bitch, whine. As he patiently listens to me, he walks into the kitchen, roots around to find this tool that slides in the slot that blocks the hole. All the while giving me this look of "if only you would look". Smartass.