A few weeks ago, when we went to visit our granddaughter who asked for us to come entertain her, my daughter and I combined efforts to make a gumbo. She had a bag of okra in the fridge and didn’t know what to do with it, and a gumbo sounded like a good thing to have for dinner. My daughter made the roux while I chopped the veggies, many of which I had brought from our CSA box. She has a gas stove which scares me so it worked well for her to do the stovetop duties while I took the prep job. I then whipped up a pan of cornbread to bake while the gumbo simmered. Our efforts produced a tasty melange of flavors.
Tonight, back home in my 70s kitchen, after baking chicken breasts in white wine, I attempted to make gravy from the delicious drippings. It turned into a horrible gelatinous mass that had to be pushed down the drain. Sometimes my cooking is a success and sometimes it just doesn’t come together.