Today I set out to turn culinary chaos into divine dinner. I ended up with something more valuable than becoming a better cook.

If you recall, last week I decided to embark on becoming a better cook. If you can’t recall, check out my last blog entry.

So anyways, back to the kitchen. I chose a recipe from one of my favorite chefs Bobby Flay. I decided to take a crack at his braised short ribs and mushrooms recipe. I was so excited. I printed off the recipe and set off to the store to find the recipe to create my masterpiece.

That’s where my excitement was met with uncertainty. The meat section offered short ribs, but they were having a sale on brisket. Being a thrifty person, I thought I could just use brisket; it’s all beef, right?

So that was my first problem, did you know that different cuts of meat yield different results? Well, I do, of course after my loving fiancé informed me. You know it’s love, when he is willing to marry me regardless of the fact that he will be the cooking one.

After he realized that this would probably end in catastrophe, and probably a lot of wasted food, the fiancé offered to help. In fact, he even found a recipe for braised beef brisket.

The poor guy ended up doing most of the work, I was more like the assistant. I’ll admit it, it was probably for the best. I can say that I contributed chocolate chip cookies to the meal (yes, they might have been the break and bake kind).

While the meal turned out well, no thanks to me. I learned a valuable lesson about the man I planned on spending the rest of my life with. He will shower me with unconditional love, despite, that I’m as normal as they come, I don’t look like a model, I will graduate with a pile of student loans and most importantly, I can’t cook and possibly never will.