I'm working out a recipe for a cooking contest. Yes, cooking contest. I set a goal to enter a few this year because it's so NOT me. Winning is beyond my control, but I have to feel like I put forth an honest effort.
Yesterday I worked on meat combos for a burger contest-I grilled chicken sausage, lamb and a hybrid of both. The hybrid actually won the taste test-but I had forgotten how lamb settles in the stomach and stays and stays and stays. By 10 pm I was so sick of the feelng of lamb in my stomach I fed the rest to the dogs-I literally couldn't stand the idea of ever eating it again.
The dogs support the cooking contest research by eagerly gobbling up the failures and test runs. It's now 11:17 (hah, my birthday) on Sunday, and I still feel like I have a belly full of lamb. Lamb lingers. I'm taking it off the running for my burger medium........BLECH.