Mystery Dinner

I love mystery dinners, desserts, breakfasts, snacks, etc. It's so fun to read through a recipe book, find something that sounds super yummy, and try it out. I'm not trying to brag or anything, but I have a pretty good eye for tasty recipes and we usually have great success. Tonight, however, was NOT one of those nights. I diligently prepared a crockpot meal at 9:00 this morning and had it on its way to done-ness by 9:30...cook for 8 hours and I have dinner ready by 5:30 - perfect. Except that it wasn't. Throughout the day a tantalizing smell filled the house but as the minutes ticked closer to dinner hour the aroma changed. What was going wrong in my little bubbling pot? I tasted the finished product and it was BLECK! (That is a word in my dictionary I'll have you know.) The final nail was in the coffin when I had Chad come in to confirm my diagnosis. He agreed...it was "bleck." Oh, the dinner horror!!! I added some of my favorite spices to try and save the day and eventually (and extremely half-heartedly) served up bowls of "bleck" that my children eyed with distrust. Grace pushed her bowl away, Grant spit his mouthful out, and Merritt pretended to eat and made forced, cheery comments. I finished my dinner (my own punishment), threw the kids' uneaten remains away, swore never to make this recipe again, and we all ate cookies instead. So there.