I was going to make Pioneer Woman's shrimp kabobs for dinner on Saturday, but the shrimp were still frozen. Then Sunday was mother's day, and BJ didn't feel well, so we just had frozen pizza. So, I cleaned them and put them in the marinade, and figured I'd make them Monday.
On Monday I got them out of the fridge and they smelled like teriyaki. I skewered them with the pineapple chunks - not as easy as P-Dub made it look, because my skewers were too big - and put them on the grill.
When I they were on the grill, something smelled extremely off. But I don't have a lot of experience with shrimp, especially raw shrimp, so I thought, "Ok, it'll be all right when they're done..."
When I carried them inside, the smell got stronger. A lot stronger. And a little nauseating. I called my mom.
"Is this the seafood safety hotline?" I asked.
"Yeah, what's the matter?" She knows me well.
"I have this shrimp, and they smell fishy. Not good fishy, either, but like Lake Michigan after the alewives all commit suicide on the beach fishy. What do you think?"
"Oh, honey. You can get so sick from bad seafood. When in doubt, throw it out."
"Really? But I worked so hard, and they're pretty, and do you really think that they're bad?"
"Is it worth getting sick over?"
Reluctantly, I said, "No..."
"When in doubt, throw it out."
Luckily, Dad took us out for dinner. Boy, was I disappointed, though. Clearly I am not a Pioneer Woman. Luckily, I have my very own Pioneer Mom I can call whenever I need help.
So, make me feel better. Tell me about your biggest culinary disaster in the comments!