Yep. That's me. My poor husband. I made what could be described as the worst meal ever. And he sat there and ate it like a champ. It was supposed to be orange chicken. Apparently the type of orange juice used is important. The stuff I used was on sale, and my dinner turned out like a crayon explosion with this horrible aftertaste that just burned your mouth with sourness. UGH. Anyhoo. There was nothing left to photograph because I cook for two, and we rarely have leftovers as neither of us care for them much. But here is the remains of the horrible sauce in the crockpot. It was also a busy day so this was the only picture I managed to take. Sorry for the poor quality.
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