...does not constitute an emergency on mine. That's what my mother has told me my entire life, anyway. I personally think we need to edit this: a failure to fully read a recipe on MY part does not constitute eating dinner at 9:30 on B's part.
You see, I was going to make these beauties with dinner. Sunday night is my FAVORITE night to cook because I'm not exhausted and frustrated from a full day of work and an hour or so at the gym (or being dragged around the park by my 85-pound Lab). I save up all the things that I REALLY am excited to make for Sunday night so I can fully enjoy them without hurrying through it just to get dinner on the table. And I was really excited about those beans.
When in doubt, just pour a glass of wine and cook on! Also note I'm repping the 336 with my Childress Vineyards glass. If you're ever in Lexington, NC, check them out!
But alas, at 3:30, after we had done some work around my house and I woke up from my book-induced nap, we decided to run errands. This included grocery shopping - until I finally read the recipe fully and saw that they needed to simmer for TWO HOURS. By the time we got all the errands done, picked up the dog, and started prepping dinner...yeah, that just wasn't going to happen.
I have already been given a cooking rule. After one unfortunate night when I attempted to make THREE new Pinterest recipes in one meal (main dish AND two new side dishes), I have since been banned from making more than one new recipe per meal. Main, side, dessert...I can pick one. No more. B makes me stick to this pretty strictly...because he's the one who has to step in and rescue/save me when I get in over my head. Anyway, now we have Emily's Cooking Rule #2: read the recipe fully before deciding to use it for any given meal.
So, out of desperation, we 86ed the two-hour butterbeans and landed instead on these collard greens. I LOVE cooking and eating collard greens, and I have to give my Yankee boy props - he loves eating them when I make them. They include bacon, so they have to be great, right?
Oh my gosh, they gave me a knife!
In addition, we're also having chicken with Cackalacky sauce (sweet, tangy, SPICY goodness) and mashed 'taters. This is clearly a southern meal, in case you're slow to catch on. And it was incredibly delicious. Everything came together perfectly, despite not quite going to plan. Guess I'll save my butterbeans for a Sunday when I've got my act together. Stay tuned!
Like I said: when in doubt, just pour a glass of wine.
My massive pile o' collards.
My sweet furbaby and cooking buddy, Luna-bug. Come on, this recipe started with me frying bacon. Did you really think she was going to stay away??