no words stoke my anxiety like these parting words from keaton: you're in charge of dinner.
my pallet of tastes is limited.
my understanding of what flavors go with what other flavors, confused at best.
she is pretty much a gourmet cook with the taste buds of an iron chef.
add the fact that i'm in charge because she has no idea when she'll be home, and you have the recipe for disappointment.
but i try anyway.
actually, i find a prepackaged, citrus-injected, marinaded pork loin the best bet—something, i'm proud to say, rachel ray has yet to discover.
and it always tastes very, very ... well ... injected (which, come to think of it, is probably why rachel ray hasn't talked about it much).