Sometimes I eat more sweets than actual food. What can I say? I live a sweet life. But by a burst of inspiration I decided to make a recipe from one of the cookbooks I checked out from school. A recipe that required no sugar. Hold your gasps of shock for later on, they’ll be better served as bursts of laughter.
I made the sauce.
I squeezed a lime,
And added it to the pineapple mixture,
Then I spread the brown seasoned sauce from above, onto the chicken, sending it to the oven for a fairly quick broil.
Then, WA-LA! A pretty snazzy looking chicken dish, eh?!
This was appealing to the eyes and only the eyes. My first bite was my last. I always thought the day I could take one bite of food and be done would be victorious…. not quite. All it took was one bite of this baby and I slid into acidic-shock (a very severe and painful state for the tongue, lasting up to three days).
The equivalance of this dish: licking an entire pineapple down to its core, eating two oranges, then sqeezing the juice of an entire lemon into your mouth.
A pineapple, plus salt, plus an onion, plus an entire lime equals one big bad idea. This is a dish I would feed to my worst enemy. Now I need an enemy.